Older
More mortal
More time on
The portal
Less personal days
Fewer ways
To enjoy
What I used to make write
Not my type
Of employ
Now I work
And work out
If there’s happiness
Doubt
Even with
The girl missing me
More than
My worth
Even if
Underserving
Of her
Is my curse

See not the messages
Lying asunder
Go not to temptation
To beckon my blunder
For under the surface
Observance
Is clear
And my cryptic
Ellipsis
A sickness to fear
But appears
An abstraction
Attraction’s
Blurred vision
And fades
From the page
Like a razed composition
Conveying the grave
Like a bladed
Incision
Still spilling its villainy
Victimization
Of poor little me’s
Permanent
Paid vacation
Upon what is free
Just a fee to exist
And then not just deceased
We will cease to be missed
Like a vanishing wish
Dissipates in the mist
Like a widow
Divorced from reality’s
Kiss

Madness
Serenity
Misplacing
Memory
Never be
Jealousy
Moribund’s
Elegy
No more
Fecundity
Blooms
From the fertile
Just ashen heap
Mountainous
Obstacles
Hurdle
No optional
Off and on
Switch to the shifted
We riff,
And we drift,
And we sift
Through the misfits
And this is  
My gift,
My accursed
Uniqueness
The strength that I draw
From the wellsprings of weakness

Sink
In surrender
She wouldn’t soon
Weather
The storming of you
Misconstrues
Valuation
My life is but dirt
To a withered carnation
Just want you to know
That my love is engraved in
The strongest of stone
Still at home in goodbye
Still acquainted with
Living for
Reason to die

Reconcile,
Make amends
Unite with old
Unending friends
Depends on what
Their loss entails
Laments
The reminisce details
Should they depart
Or disappear
Tomorrow from me
Steering clear
Of left to say
Unfiltered
Unrefined
Authentic
By myself
Sounds schizophrenic
Not exactly going back
To home
How far I veer off track
Intact I’ve tried
To keep contact
Can’t help it if
This trait they lacked
A lot like brothers
Bond inherent
You once
Saw through me
Transparent
Now aberrant,
Silent,
Strained
Unmentioned
Tension
Growing pain

Take my castle
Take my sword
Take from me
The ship of lord
And let it cast
My subjects
Mourning
In forlorn
My soul adorning
Torn from pouring over
Volumes
****** into
Securing communes
Just to see
Equality
And constitute
Its polity
My policy
Priority
Revise the word
Authority
Devising its demise
And when apprising its abuses
So obtuse is my disguise