Poetry

Nothing chases my existence.

No epitaph clearly spells my name.

Decades of living, serving you, others.

Become a focus of derision.

Invisible to the periphery.

Kind of embarrassing really.

Cracks.

Splinters.

Fractured along the spine.

Damaged.

In pieces.

Then put back together shining with gold.

Each line a testament to resilience and strength.

Numbing along.

Despair everywhere.

Things are bland.

Focus is dim.

Grief cannot manifest.

Time to go with logic.

What is the best thing I can do right now?

Leaving this world is not the right answer.

Just ask Marvin.

Focus means narrow interest.

One more story,

One more video,

one more game.

All lead to the realization

time has gone by

and you are exhausted

and now slightly depressed

because what you planned to do

never got done.

Comfort gets comfortable.

Things remain the same.

Problems are dealt with.

But routine is continued.

Nothing changes.

Until it must

and then catastrophe strikes.

Until comfortable with the new routine begins.

If we made it what you love,

just love us,

we made it.

You are so wise

young man.

A mistake was made.

You saw it in time.

Beat yourself up

because you were not perfect.

Just know that I forgive you.

Things are wrong.

Love is not enough when the shelter rejects you.

Friends say bad things.

Treason is my nature.

Animals love no matter who hurt them before.

Not trouble.

Broken machines.

Understanding intelligence.

Stubborn calculations.

Huddled together.

Persons of interest.

One limb at a time.

Birds in the hand are worthless.

Get going until you are gone.

Find the way to heaven.

Are you there yet? Or do we need to cycle back?

Shame on you, for flying the kazoo.

Breathe, things get messed up all the time.