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 .