Thumbs to the soul

Thumbs

Bleeding through his thumbs into the electric screen .

The pain flowing from a soul  ceding all control .

Things weren’t supposed to come to that turn . Solitary in a dark room straining not to let it all scream out .

 

Old , lined , a leathery sunburned face . The crows feet sport a trace . 

A trace of humor in this aching late bloomer .

There used to be a chance  , hey that was then . S.E.  Hinton says this is now ..

 

 

Well ... things change ... those vague and asinine words ... they come with no detail and just mean you can’t save the fail .

Things get compounded ... so don’t fight the hurt .

 

No one ever will do a solid and just spell the unwritten code .

Why won’t they open wide ? ... why punish the loser with doubt ?

No one ever claimed that things would come out fair or free .

These unknown who’s .... they don’t need to compound misery .

 

As his thumbs bleed in to that hypnotic ever changing screen .

Things multiply , intensify , he’s going down many rabbit holes unforeseen .

Does she love you ? Can you win her back ? 

Up and down ....all around the internet attacks ...

 

We prey  on your fears and joy .

If you can’t get hard .... don’t worry my boy .

She’ll see the light ... it takes five easy payments you see .

Go to sleep and wake ... but the teeth won’t be free .

Freedom though will flow through your new mouth .

 

Well .... now the man’s distracted. 

That’s what the rabbit hole’s for .

To distract and blur the other shore .

Don’t worry , we know it’s all a mixed metaphor .

 

 Nostalgia for a long gone time .

Hipsters and classic nursery rhymes .

His pulse beats off kilter .

He’s put on a new filter .

Maybe this rose will hit the mark ?

 

Don’t give it up my worthy friend .

We’ve been exactly in your cage .

Breathe slowly and slip out of those bonds .

Don’t let them know or feel your rage .

Turn fear to love and hate has no choice but to move on .

 

Don’t give in

Don’t give in to the fear or the hate 

She’s whispering ... telling you it’s too late .

If moving on is what needs to be done .

You didn’t lose ... just don’t let fear think that it’s won .

Be kind and gentle ... my wayward and seeking son .

This poem is about: 
Me

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