It makes me itch not
To talk to her, but
I hate myself less
Tag: bad feelings
Blight
I planted my misery
Deep in the ground, hoping it
Would die and leave me in peace
Instead it blighted my crops
Withered my orchard, left me
Desolate, dry and barren
After the Comeback
I am sure it gave you no
Satisfaction to watch me
Take a fall, and recovery
Was a foregone conclusion.
All the same, have a great life.
Do not talk to me again.
Ragged
You know not how to stitch a
Wound, to tend it so it heals.
You can only twist the knife.
Succubi
The love of your kin spreads its
Virulent tendrils into
My spine, draining my spirit
Witness
Somehow I was the last one
Who cared, after everyone
Forgot. Even you gave up.
But I persisted, to my
Injury and regret, for
Some unknown motivation.
There are moments I get stuck
In, for years and years. It’s just
Endless recrimination.
Disclosure and Consequences
I opened the door to the
World, said what I thought and
Believed. I was stomped on and
Crushed. I learned to be what I
Was expected to be. I
Shut and locked the door, tightly.
Stained
Besmirched and dishonored, yet
It’s only I who know how
I’ve soiled my legacy
Diminishing Returns
Talking to you is just such
A waste of time, yet I keep
On doing it and feel worse
Herman’s Hermitage 