Frothing at the mouth
Over prophesized outcomes
I’ll never prevent
Fury turned inward:
History deafens me while
Self-hate steals my sight
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Frothing at the mouth
Over prophesized outcomes
I’ll never prevent
Fury turned inward:
History deafens me while
Self-hate steals my sight
I’m angry as hell
At predicted ends because
I’m fucking mental
Steadily creeping
Future unpredictable
Feels more familiar
Wanderer returns:
I wonder how my face now
reflects in his eyes
Journey concluded:
Has travel changed the view
in my direction
An important friend returns from a long journey.
Small round white escape
Summons temporary death
Bringing short relief
Waiting for closed eyes
I wonder who the deep black
Will bring me tonight
Eyes and hands reach with
Nowhere to go but forward
Blind to one’s own heart
8:50 pm
On observing the particular journey of one close and dear.
Wishing for long nights
To stay with me forever
I hide in the dark
.
(On the compulsion to hide from the world.)
Seeking clear paths to
free everyone I’ve tangled:
I see only one
Night calls me to bed
The promise of snow lingers
Most unwelcome guest
11:59 pm
Poems elusive,
poems that will never be:
tonight I mourn them
(On expression never served.)