Sunday, 1 January 2023

Communication 168

the disappeared 

 

bury it for later 

bury it completely

the neurosis kicks in gradually

as you try to compute the tragedy

 

oh, how I want you to disappear 

never to be seen again,

I’ll dig you up when

I reflect on all my past regrets

those I can’t forget,

 

I’m giving myself a reason 

to be addicted to something,

my dreams where never harvested

they remained unpicked for a season,

festering for no reason.

 

trodden into the dirt, under foot, 

my time’s over,

my life has come and gone,

all I can do is hang on,

and through the fog 

of 1000 prescription pills

I can pretend I’m not ill




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