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Category: Poetry

Realization, Burnout

I was riding high
Fully charged
Shining happy
Until the awakening

Then the reservoir ran low
Now I’m reduced to just
Just reduced…
Reduced to…

Reduced

Anglerfish roam my seas with dead bulbs
Ugly as hell with gaping jaws of crooked teeth
They have no enchantment left
So luring nothing they now go hungry
And the darkest words
Are free to swim as they please

If my guardians starve to death
How can I ever come back to safety

December 22-24, 2024

Returning to the Precious Few

These precious few
I will serve them however I can
They may not want it
They may not ask for it
But whether they like it or not
I’ll give as I can 

This is what I am!
This is how I’m human.

I withdraw and hide
Or fall silent for a time
As the need takes me
But I return when I can
With no less love than before

May I never lose to spite and bitterness
The side of me that brings me back

December 24, 2024

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