Did You Know This?

My head hurts

My mind talks

Talks

Talks

Too full of black scribbles

The detrite true

Moves to the fore

The real I am

Brings down the scab encrusted curtain

Upon the show pretense

Every silent sound

Every nearly touch

Every eternal second

Every empty breath

Grates

Grates

Grates

My pathetic grows with helping hands

My unworthy shouts to loving words

GO AWAY!

I hold tight to the solidity of solitude

I crave the void of naught

I sink comfortably into the drowning

I am home again

 

◄ An Explanation To My Son

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