breathing through
mud
and I can’t try
to understand
those around me
hard enough
to understand myself
some sort of
disorder
some will say
but
how do they know
me
if I will not let
them sit here
can’t see the
ground
below me
from where I am
the desire to
expire
come and gone
without conviction
the sky appears
white tonight
as the sun
disappears until
tomorrow
time to forget
all that has been
learned
and keep in mind
all that I
already
know
short arms serve
no purpose when
pockets are so
deep
not to mention
empty
tearing at seams
in the minds
digging to the
roots
of who I am
or might be
shell of thought
left behind
shedding some
skin
like a snake
and I lie
motionless…
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