His eyes
Clench
To the bits
He refuses
To see
Become
Truths
He refuses
To know,
And he finds
Himself
Alone
In his understanding
Of everything
That matters,
That he matters
About.
His tongue
Swells
With the bits
He refuses
To say
Become
Truths
Known
Only
To him.
And his
Loneliness
Throbs
As he grasps
For something
That matters,
That he matters
About.
His reach
Shrinks
From the bits
He refuses
To have
Become
Truths
He knows
To lurk
In every space
He longs
To be.
And lonely
Is a word
For those
Who recall
Connection.
And he
Does not
Recall
Connection.
And he’s not
Sure it matters,
Doesn’t matter
About.
And in the end
The life
He refused to live
Is tucked
Into soil
And folds
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 6:17 PM UTC
His eyes
Clench
To the bits
He refuses
To see
Become
Truths
He refuses
To know,
And he finds
Himself
Alone
In his understanding
Of everything
That matters,
That he matters
About.
His tongue
Swells
With the bits
He refuses
To say
Become
Truths
Known
Only
To him.
And his
Loneliness
Throbs
As he grasps
For something
That matters,
That he matters
About.
His reach
Shrinks
From the bits
He refuses
To have
Become
Truths
He knows
To lurk
In every space
He longs
To be.
And lonely
Is a word
For those
Who recall
Connection.
And he
Does not
Recall
Connection.
And he’s not
Sure it matters,
Doesn’t matter
About.
And in the end
The life
He refused to live
Is tucked
Into soil
And folds
