Will I wither?
Weathering the storm
Brings no warmth
Warned of war
By wells of wisdom
While I worry and wrestle
With the worst of withdrawal
Wondering whenever
We will witness wonder and awe

The flowers have bloomed
Alive and renewed, nature
Healed, what about you?

The lives we live seem unnatural
Loving materials
Giving ourselves obstacles
Voyaging to other places
Watching plastic faces
Living in the mundane
Hating the day-to-day
Doesn't it make you bored?
Following the horde
Hiding the truth under floorboards
Behaving like warlords
Only giving out money to landlords
Lord of the door, it's all we can afford
Time draws near but you were never here
Despite it all, when I see nature
It all feels natural, it all feels related

Shaking hands
Stabbing friends
Cold-hearted sycophant
All for retaliation
Retribution with no distribution
You creep, you crawl
Your claws are sharp
Your heart is dark
Your love is warm
Your touch is cold

Author of life, you
An idolized icon, me
A dead ghostwriter

21st century
Careers turn to fears
Reliance on tears, submission to beers
Acknowledging the power
Of powerlessness, cower wildflower
Your dreams rise high
Just to fall so low, tongue-tied by demise
Failing at every session
Ingestion of aggression
Here's my confession:
Depression and compression
Feeling possessed, feeling repressed
If I ask too many questions
Then, welcome to the penitentiary

Brightened sky, sunrise
Ending the start, beginning
A new end, rising