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There in your chair
And I can’t help but stare
Any words I could say
Couldn’t possibly bare
What the weight
And heartache
And what’s taken
Equates
What my shame
In its bottomless
Void
Could reframe
What was picturesque,
Beautiful,
Solemn
And sacred
To something so ugly
And tarnished,
Degraded
But still then you turn
And sincere is your smile
You still exude peace
When you could be
Hostile
And all I can do
In my infinite
Guilt
My unworthiness,
Watch
As they wither
And wilt
Now what
To say
Let it go
Old and gray
Growing cold
Starts to feel
As if slipping away
Is the only way
Forward
Into the grave lowered
And lower
And lower
Seems like
What I told her
A failed attempt
Saving grace
Breaking heart’s
Closure
If this
What awaits
Complete silence
Creates
Just this void
Ever-widening rift
Inundates
My already beleaguered,
Besieged
Peace of mind
Intertwined
With there is no
Forgiveness
This time
Once again having
Its day
Is the youth
If they lie to themselves
They won’t tell us
The truth
But they will
Obfuscate
And conceal
And withhold
Information
And earnings
And rights to your soul
Lest you let it grow old
At their rate
Turning gray
In their comfort
Conformity’s
Naïveté
Knowing my uses
Are few
Loosened
Nooses
Reclusive
At home
In the shadow
Seduces
Before I can even
But hope
To resist it
Commit to escaping
The paradigm
Shifted
Adrift
I’ve repeated it
Various ways
Rhymed astray
With another
Same ****
Different day
And replayed
All the worst case
Scenarios
Possible,
Plausible
Some
Imminently
Unstoppable
Come
Let me show you
The ones
Become real
And what’s left in the wake
Of the latest
Fate sealed
That’s what I call it
Alone
Through the night
When sedation
Persuasions
Still fail me
Despite
What I write
Weary eyes
Concentrate
On the page
How to lay it to rest
From the rest
Disengage
From this cage
Of fixation
Obsession
Incessant
Clock ticks
In the midst
Of my listless
Depressant
What this is
You’re dealing with
Emotions
Are no incident
But what you are
Cannot be changed
Cannot be snipped
And rearranged
Cannot be plainly
Simply
Gone
But can’t be right
To deem it wrong
If I have not
Been sliced by steel
And not been given
Time to heal
To feel
That this is truly me
Transitioning
Androgyny
Much has been lost
Has been wasted
In vain
Have I granted
More former
Engagements
A claim
Have I harbored
More harbingers
Of my demise
Was I born
Have I worn
This whole time
A disguise
Was I really there
With her
Do I awake
Days
Have unnervingly
Quickened
Their pace  
I’m afraid
That it goes
All for not
But our scars
And tattoos
As our bones
Feed the earth
And the life it renews
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