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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