days spent wondering and sleeping
nights regurgitate the darkness that
has become so prominent in my mind,
afternoon deliver conscious criticisms
of the way the mornings behaved,
callously omitting the mental invasions
that burrowed down to the very soul,
leaving me sick, wounded, and afraid
of the hours ahead moving slowly...
drafts of opinions lay on the floor
with the filthy dirt of previous lives,
casted down upon me from the heavens,
whose rights were forsaken at birth,
along with its sacred, decadent religion
that brought me into this abhorrent world,
while my mind gently weeps from the
lack of attention parental advice gave,
mocking the very fabric of life under
which my presence became known...
days spent drifting and dreaming
casted out by the sunlight
ignored by the evening moon
tempted by the fires of the demon
but saved by Sisyphus's stone.
November 4, 2025
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