ticking and clicking
this old clock has lost all meaning,
my old body is barely breathing,
such a colossal amount of effort
to find yourself alone, don’t
worry too much, no one will
ever know just how empty you feel,
you’ve burnt yourself
trying to feel something real
turn away from yesteryear
there’s nothing impaled
within the needles of the past,
all those ships have sailed
your boats been torn apart,
I venture forth with no fear,
no thought of retaliation –
‘the down side’
such a straight life harbors
dull, derivative sterilisation
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