Frustration
  seeping through my muscle
unnamed expressions of
    that new human emotion
       its older than most
what are we compared to?

I breathe air like it's impossible to swallow
    a paradox
forgetting the fond memories

left with the ones that tear at the seams
     (nothing is as it seems)
It's art
even the horrific
long lost
  repressed

hiding under quilts
of ignorance
of silent disdain