Poetry

Life in a room.

Hollow and alone.

Mind blazing elsewhere.

Away from here.

Body stops.

Mind forgets.

Imagination has become real.

No sex with robots.

You may forget me.

I will not remember you.

You will know me.

I will not know you.

You may see me.

I am blind to you.

Old responses.

Ingrained.

Unnoticed.

Tempers quicken.

Fists unclench.

Take a breath.

Listen to what is said before you respond.

It was a long time ago.

I barely remember.

But the way I felt

I will never forget.

The helplessness.

The despair.

The anger.

The apathy that encompassed my life.

Somehow I broke out

And then my life got better.

But those days of wanting to no longer exist

Still haunt me.

Just that now

They are reminders of what I have to lose.

Playing with your mind.

What if?

Could it be?

I think I know!!!

Conspiracies darken your thoughts

when theories run out of control.

I have this theory.

Consistency.

A routine.

The ability to make lists

and stick with them.

Understanding.

Why I feel so alone.

Insightful.

Deep.

Referencing moments.

Life experiences.

Wandering lost.

Found.

Gone.

Wisdom of the self.

Falling off?

Just feels that way.

Sore and achy?

Everyday.

All day.

Tired and slow?

I’ll let you know if I ever get there.

Fuzzy on the feet.

Hands wrapped about the mug.

Sipping cautiously.

Enjoying the view through the window.

Panic.

Dread.

Important?

Good news.

Unlikely.

Won’t know until it is opened.

Quietly waiting for it to be delivered.

Anxiety spiking through the roof.