Short
Quick
Breaths
Try and hold
Me together
But fail
In utter
Lack of strength.
Massive voids
Consume my middle
Bigger than me
Yet part of
Me
‘Can’t Change The Past’
A stupid cliché
That mocks my
Paper-thin sanity
No future
Just past
And a diminishing
Present.
My wants turned to
Needs
And my needs
Vanished
Just as predicted.
Just as preached,
By friends and family
By past lovers and enemies
Those are too, the present
Like
A
Flower
That was once fragrant,
But now spoiled from
Negligence
Ignorance
And pure selfish nature:
My motives

Short
Dramatic
Flashbacks
That enhance
My failures
And faults
Give me reasons
To blame
None other
Than
Me
Myself
And
I.
My mind
Attempts to
Lighten
My load
But these
Visions
Won’t have it
As they rip
My last shred of
Self-comfort
From my
White knuckled grasp:
My Thoughts.

Short
Jerky
Movements
Thrust me
From pride
Unto confessions
Of all my faults
And shortcomings
Uneven bass
Line with my heart
And amplify my
Instability
Shoving me to a
Splintered
Broken
Abused
Platform
Naked
And bare
In front
Of large
Mobs
Waiting
Anticipating
The next victim
To slander with their
Bloody hypocrisy
But to their surprise,
A match
Worthy of their
Degrading judgment
A creature
Worth
The worst
Damnation
As a treat:
Me