Human beings are vulnerable. One feels less of a person when everyone is making progress whereas you make circles for weeks or months or years.
I get gone, to sun’s house
Cool, soothing and just what I would admit I want as espouse
I want. I need. I hunger.
We converse for unrecorded time till the night is younger
We say goodbyes and wish each other well
I get gone, to my house
Ugly, irritating and just what I would admit I don’t want a louse
I have, and I hate and I despise
I converse with ghosts for hours, then demise
I say goodbye, to the pinch of joy and welcome sadness
Today, the magnified friend is back in line
Standing on yesterday's road-tattered but verbally fine
Load of responsibilities is kicking in
Forming a heap in skin
Causing a lump within
I envy the blossoming apple
For their solo role- chasing darkness
I chase dollars, lovers, health, peace of mind, not solos
The sun is done,
I am not done,
Depression is waving above earth
Declaring our tie, demanding birth
I want to unvie the seat of ownership
Alight from the slave ship
And keep a weak grip
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