feral

who am i talking to when i say these things?
the walls absorb the words until they fade away
nothing can absolve this pain
it never really goes away 
it comes in waves, 
rising up only to dissipate
the next one to anticipate 
the falling fates around me
my loneliness surrounds me
these memories confound me
resounding
i think that i am slipping it again
it is bad day, 
or am i getting bad again?
i think i used to underestimate
the way you helped me compensate 
for all my shortcomings.

lately i’m always late

and it’s likely my friends like me less

now that i’m just half a person

floating around in my own mess

like a spoiled child

soiled, wild

feral.

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