Blue screen
behind a snowy blur
Blizzard outside
cold silence in here.
Forgot
the weight of syllables
On channel 2,
I'm disconnected and numb.
With all the eloquence
of a bitter, frozen smile,
Let me draw a map
with mismatched memories
With all the subtlety
of a fumbled operation.
Let me trace the tale
down unstitched avenues.
This year
I'll try for something like real feeling.
Ghoulish nostalgia's only eating me alive.
And if I could only take my lumps and leave 'em...
...leave 'em far behind,
I might start moving on.
Onto something
current,
something warmer
that's enduring.
Let me try to trace my tale
down these unstitched avenues.
And I'll get back to you.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
Blue screen
behind a snowy blur
Blizzard outside
cold silence in here.
Forgot
the weight of syllables
On channel 2,
I'm disconnected and numb.
With all the eloquence
of a bitter, frozen smile,
Let me draw a map
with mismatched memories
With all the subtlety
of a fumbled operation.
Let me trace the tale
down unstitched avenues.
This year
I'll try for something like real feeling.
Ghoulish nostalgia's only eating me alive.
And if I could only take my lumps and leave 'em...
...leave 'em far behind,
I might start moving on.
Onto something
current,
something warmer
that's enduring.
Let me try to trace my tale
down these unstitched avenues.
And I'll get back to you.
Originally written on January 1st, 2017. Wasn't sure it about it then. Think I kinda like it now!
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