The ties between isolation and liberation
Seem faulty
Unruly
Impossible

But in felt driven black
And blotted skies
I find myself in that between
Awry
From meaning of life and gentrified
Feelings where we are assumed to spend
Most of our time

I tried

I wish I could hammer pointed flathead nails
Into my harrowed chest
Without the screws of drivered nights

Rendering me blind

Though now I understand I’ve been that way my whole life

The comfort of what’s always there
Illusions of truths
Falsified by minds so accustomed to presume
That we are never alone

Absent of human nature

But as the faulty lines
And sharp riptides
And avalanches
Of hidden tries
Rectifies

Nothing

We are alone

I am alone

She doesn’t know me
Where the other won’t hold me

What a shame
Who’s to blame?


Me of course


For my heart is too tortured
To harbor
Any broken armor
I’m just softly
Bandaged and bruised
By life’s tumultues

And I’ll never be arounded
Always surrounded
By fire and demons and unwanted reasons

As to why my mind screams in drones
Of always
Always


Always




Always



Being alone