Nevertheless, there
Is less and less of me each
Day, I dwindle down.
Wasting
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The Prisoner
With heavy lidded
Eyes I await redemption
Or execution
Numbed
All the nothing that
I feel, gets to be too much.
Real emotions, gone.
Middle Path
My whole life I’ve had
To sink or swim. But now I
Strive to simply float.
To the Critic
If you ever read
My writing again, it will
Be accidental.
For no one who puts
Their hypocrite judgment on
Me deserves my words.
Mush
Oozing from my head
The brain I had this morning
Has turned to jelly
Morning’s Revelation
It was special for
A minute, but now it’s clear:
I only have me
Yearning
Imprisoned by my
Ambition, I waste away
For want of your touch.
Zero Sum Game
Most of the time, I
Try and keep this beautiful
Fucking mind peaceful.
Herman’s Hermitage 