The last nail on the coffin.
Disaster has struck.
A plea never uttered.
The door slammed shut.
The stars have no fire.
If only I could look up.
Tortured by Shared Destiny.
What a Hero I turned out to be.
Confined and Forgotten,
Nothing to look forward to,
Nothing but broken records of seclusion,
Nothing but promises unkept.
I am trapped.
Confined to myself.
Lying to myself.
Pathology of un-escaping,
Fearful phases,
Waxing and waning.
I cared but you didn’t listen.
You wouldn’t respect what I had to say.
I made an effort, but it wasn’t enough.
You complained like there was nothing better to say.
I’m left frustrated,
Feeling graceless and inept.
You left condescension,
Token effort, rebukes unchecked.
I’m happiest doing this alone.
No meddling, no money.
You’re stupefied and bewildered,
Blinded to your own inconsistency
I throw away old roses,
My failure of dependency.
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To pee is as natural as it is annoying
It’s a healthy inconvenience
Something primal and instinctual
Liquid in, liquid out
Woe to those in long car rides
Or those exploring in parts unknown
Your body is against you
Marking a trail away from home
It’s misfortune for it to be a struggle
It’s herculean to hold it in
This functioning bladder of mine
Is an opponent that always wins
An air of intentionality
A certain gravitas in my working
My reading, my typing
It’s not just leisure but effort
Finishing goals
The blossoming ideas tended by lack of outings
I miss the noise
No, not the noise the background
Muted but ever present
With the world and time passing
As I sit quietly in my corner
Visiting streams of consciousness
Close enough to dip your toes in
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