I am indifferent within.
Disintegrating time twitching, flinging hopelessness from side to side.
Breathing help me take me release me I’m numb.
Spilling words together in an uptight bow, these whims of meticulous rests, bring us from the womb
Of sorrow of pain
and again I frighten death
to kick away the boundaries of unsettling unrest.
Bathing in warm light, cradled by solitude,
I crave to be held by nothing and grasped more.
Tell me Its O.K.
Succumb in my unrelenting neediness; crash
tepid waters, boil underneath my skin;
for beings close to and around me,
tell them I’m dead, and to go feed on the living.
We are all outnumbered by our own isolated feelings.
