Crippled motion sunday

I am the color blue
There is a bus that leaves daily
From me to nowhere
I alienate am an alien
I lapse into a sea of hibernation
Of fear in fear of action and defense
There is no strength in some few entangled in me
And from me invisible I cast them away
My tongue and my arm infect
Daily and in new ways sacrifice appears larger and angry
In which way am I to confront this?
Do I grow larger or longer?
In which way do I grow?
Without hesitation facades are left crumbling
And this is a queer state
That it is really running like an explosion in all directions
I have lost my way and wonder which way to go
I have opened a home for alienated souls that I am barred from
I am barred from entrance to communal fraternity
I feel unwell