We don’t talk anymore; I
Pretend it’s mutual but
It was you who decided.
Perhaps I wasn’t good for
You, though I always tried to
Be good to you. For the best,
I tell myself, while the you
Shaped hole in me aches, empty
Tag: self talk
Vent
Bitter catharsis
Leaves me drained, devoid,
Exhausted, reborn
Masterpiece
I’ll chisel away
All the parts of you
That aren’t really you
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.
Pondering
Are others’ minds like mine? Do
They whir with fantasy, then
Screech in harsh accusation?
My Weakness
If there is a beautiful
Woman to watch me, I am
Unbeatable. But what can
I do in the dark, alone?
Fractional Existence
I wander this world in
Search of who I was, who I
Could have been, my missing piece.
The Last
I’ve lived too long, and
Seen too much. My bones
Ache for rest and peace
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.
Herman’s Hermitage 