Due to
Virtue
And a feeling true
I would die for you
But,
Why would you ask me to?

©2024

Later,
When I drop the ball
Do me a favor,
Stand over there
As I teeter
Between take it or give it all
And "why even bother?"
I've made the call,
No answer
So forever I will fall
Screaming into the ether

©2024

Thoughts have stopped being my own
An unknown finger presses play
And when I get surprised by an original
That which I think becomes difficult to convey
What I want in life and from life
Has no meaningful connection with the following day
Forced into this empty role
No two cents in the character I display
Prewritten by something else
No angel but not a devil per-say
Rather an capital punishment believer
With zero concern for my welfare either way

©2024

"Things could always be worse"
By that same token,
They could also always be better
"There's always a silver lining"
That being said,
It's amidst an endless dark clutter
"Negativity never helps any"
It's not mentioned,
Positivity presents a similar answer
These responses aren't shallow, they're empty
Can't help but notice
Mindless cliches can not hold water

©2024

This habitual
Hypocritical ritual
Keeps me cynical
The biggest battle's internal
A raging war roaring eternal
To vile for an example
Dying inside is literal
Allowing the visual
To be topically minimal
Though the condition is critical
A pitiful cry for help comes out in a trickle
Subliminal and lyrical
The unusual becomes typical
With the refusal of a label
There's no removal of the painful
Every attempt has been futile
Life is miserable
When love is conditional

©2024

Don't tell me that's it,
That vague speck over yonder
A classic rabbit food metaphor,
Dangling in my line of sight forever
A couple clicks past my ability to care
And six feet beneath every single nightmare
I sense it senses I'm past the point of repair
And headed nowhere
It mocks my thousand-yard stare
The hidden damage from trying to fight fair
Habitually a day late and a dollar short of the right fare
But you know what they say about fair

©2024

It never stops
Like Seattle rain
Enormous drops
Engorged with pain
Choking crops
A new forever stain
Bogged down
I struggle with the terrain
Tightly wound
I burn out under the strain
Parts are lost and never found
How much of me could possibly remain?

©2024