I’ve never come to feel what
I have been so long risen away from.
I’m too stressed to be dead,
which lets me be too stressed to know an end.
to feel the lonesome flat-line of a world so desolate from
what I need,
and everything I know.
All I long for is to see one
from before.
From when I was me, and they were them.
Two different people sitting ***** in different vats
holding empty glances, grasping at the hope of a future that would never be.
Empty promises of my own binding.
Never said, but felt.
There is no one in the world but I.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
I’ve never come to feel what
I have been so long risen away from.
I’m too stressed to be dead,
which lets me be too stressed to know an end.
to feel the lonesome flat-line of a world so desolate from
what I need,
and everything I know.
All I long for is to see one
from before.
From when I was me, and they were them.
Two different people sitting ***** in different vats
holding empty glances, grasping at the hope of a future that would never be.
Empty promises of my own binding.
Never said, but felt.
There is no one in the world but I.
Saturday, January 20, 2018, Rm 108, Lower Merion, PA.