Failed Short Poem - To All Those Who Have Left Me and Will Leave Me
This came out of me suddenly. Starting with a small snippet I wrote in my notebook a few weeks ago with no real plans ever to return to it or build upon it or make it into anything. But a profound numbness and apathy has gripped the very core of my shadowed being and tore into me an inescapable feeling of hopelessness, isolation, and a total loss of my sense of self. There is no self, there is no me, there are only those around me who have pummeled me into the shifting, squirming little bug that is my existence. And from that, these worthless little words emerged. Hoarded Liquid stitches of time Dissolving With my body's cold descent Into the blurry, bloodied Oceanic depths Wrapped up in dead sea scrolls And several figments Of thinning hair strands Another millennium-long night Coloring me in numbness And dejection. Dead cats paw At all the worms Exploding out of your heart, And wail at Your ghostly visage Seeping into the broken walls Of your joyless childhood home Decorat