Center

Everything changes

Except me. I sit,

And watch, am unmoved

Fractional Existence

I wander this world in

Search of who I was, who I

Could have been, my missing piece.

Every day is just like the

Last; desperation flashes

Through me; I swallow, again.

I’ve lived too long, and

Seen too much. My bones

Ache for rest and peace

Waiting to hit rock bottom,

I continued to fall, through

Infinite space, faster still

This is only a

Poor substitute for

A real, vital life

Talking to you is just such

A waste of time, yet I keep

On doing it and feel worse

The narcissism of your

Depression debilitates

Me, drains me of love for you