Leave me in thought…
A poem. A letter…
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Winter solstice distraught.
Lousy focus—
Leaving me in dark. Lost in fraught.
Whilst,
Intentions decent!
I go through the motions as I…
Try.
Watch me, and my humility descend as tears fall from my bloodshot, yet gleaming, and hazy, grey eyes.
Slippery slope —
my tears fall with hope.
Translucent in decline.
Sliding down my frosting, rose bitten cheeks. I must be careful not to weep.
Dodging, fleeing; going to extremes!
My tears may freeze — everyone will see!
I’ll have no words left to speak.
For only Gods know why, I’m expected not to cry after all this time.
Yes, I hibernate, frequently.
Tip toeing around being lazy, and incomplete.
Trying
To sort out my mess of depression, repression — all residual bits of a past vs. present, like all those shards of glass broken on our floor were representative to fortifying massive amounts of tension. Bleeding out for a last chance at a half assed redemption.
Possibilities endlessly presented.
Oh? Hello regression...
Making an appearance after all?
Trying to keep up with my anger, and rage! As resentments grow stronger than ever with age! Go back to the cage. I’ll wait.
What matters most after being appalled, is my dream state.
I can’t be awake… I’ll break.
A slumber.
Insuring, on winters longest night, I need not fight — nothing near to rattle my insight.
Drifting, swiftly…
Crawling, desperately into my summer solstice dreams! As if winter disappears, and I’m in the clear! I’ve done so for years. Fool proof history.
This, my friends… a perpetual mystery.
My tongue begins to freeze…
