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Tired

I feel so alone.

Been detached for so long,

There’s no point to be strong.

Like a fox in the city,

I’ve no will to belong.

My past, it stays near, see

Them trying to need me;

Don’t need you all, clearly

I dug this hole slowly.

God, show me a new creed

To appease all the screaming,

And see dreams I believe

In and stop all the bleeding.

Prey

All I hear is the wind howl.

Scares me to think what it hides.

Darkness stares deeply and prowls

Around me, fooling my eyes.

I was wise to learn from you,

But foolish to leave my home.

Dreams now too old to come true,

And I fear being alone.

I don’t matter to what’s here;

Just a thing to hunt and eat.

Madness steeps my heart in fear,

Fills my ears with every beat.

I think my mind atrophied;

My throat has nothing to share.

The wind drowns out all I need,

And the darkness never cared.

Life Sentence

Holding my head in my hands for two years.

Fooled me so often, don’t know him in mirrors.

He’s crude and forgotten and fattened with fear.

Surely, I’m better than what I see here.

Is there a place where disgrace is best faced?

Chased family and friends in case they embrace

Me, erasing escaping in the first place just tames.

See what sins begin spilling willingly,

When filling with the chilling possibility,

that I’m admitting living miserably.

Killing more fitting than forgiving me.

Sabotage

When I hit rock bottom last summer,

So somber and rotten, I’d sought

Out a lover. Forgotten to

call her, then split early autumn.

By winter, my bitterness festers

and lingers, depresses and hinders

Interest in the simplest assistance

Requested. Defeated, why plead with the

healers that treat it. Discreetly

retreat as the next person needs it.

Therapy Session

I look as though I stand

For something respectable.

Faking while shaking hands

Is a skin and digestible.

Mistaking my statements

For trading identical

chemical cadences.

You’re a forgettable

business arrangement

Displayed so engagement

Is witnessed first hand!

Not that you see your

Own head in the sand.

Why do I always pick

Sides when beside them

Despite that I’m sick

and in need of confiding?

They always seemed mean

When I needed it least.

Looked at my face and seen

All my grief. I’m not keen

On repeating displeasing

Relief to pay for an hour that

Doesn’t come cheap.

Shame of Synchronicity

I feel I’ve been waiting for numbers

I see, like 11:11 or 3:14,

To speak and to steal me from slumbers

Unseen. Please dreamy beings just beam

Me aboard to absorb all the crumbs

You ignored on the floors, ’til I flee

Mortal coils; reborn unencumbered!

But my timing divining aligns

With designs of the mind set on finding

Some meaning in grinding through life’s

Ever winding, obscene little staircase.