Category: poetry

Would Not Mind

After a couple of decades  There’s no pain greater  Losing years  In a day

When there are too many sides Arguing everything Nothing to agree on Multiple reflection

The peril of hanging on
The fear of being held back
The demons that honesty lead on
To a truth that needs to hide
Until deemed acceptable

Ease the neck a little biit…

Whether the breadcrumb trail
Was laid out for to follow
Ineffective at getting back home

When you are joined,
But don’t enjoy things liked,
By pigs

We would’ve gotten more than what’s left
When what’s left is regret

We all get caught in the lie
That we inject our brains
To prevent internal nihilism

We’ve grown suspicious brittle-spirit trauma
Actors thriving in face-contorting drama
As all truth

But it’s my fault
As always