Lay me in bed like a baby
And spoon-feed me a new reality;
I've been starving myself again.
If this awkward rhythm never ends then
I shouldn't bother pretending to be sane,
Rather just sink into the abyss of a stilted
Dream, one where I don't have to be afraid
About losses and gains, understandings and
Responses. Resolutions found by breath,
Sight, and movement alone.


Of course I've lost my way again.
Of course I've missed the point again.
How can so many others think of good in me
When I only know this insufficient being
Staring back that I see.
In a mirror,
In a pool of dirty water,
Used to be
A credible heart;
Now a vagrant,
Bitten by the bitter breed
Of lonesome appetite.
Better alone
Than cursing others.
Better this way.

You can't hurt
What you can't feel.