I'm over trying to satisfy
your insatiable expectations
I'm sorry only because I've
wasted so much of myself
with lying and hallucinations
truth disguised with binding ties
of desperate adoration
now I can see that I was
nothing you could ever want
but you knew not how to tell
Intuition and observation
served me rather well
but doubt is a black lake
an ominous void that
invalidates what I need to
be told so I'm hanging on
to rowing oars and reeling
through frigid cold to be released
back into the unknown known