Sunday, March 21, 2021

Out of Place. Out of Time.

 I am crawling

out of my skin

trying

to feel human

or something

close.


I am crawling out

of my 

skin

with a desire

to disappear 

within myself.


I am crawling out of my 

skin

feeling

so 

incredibly

out of 

place.

out of time. 

Silence

 Numb

Disbelief.

The pit in my stomach;

Heavy.

I shrink

into the silence.  

Saturday, February 27, 2021

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Let it Go

How quickly-
too quickly...
No,
Sorry that
was not
what
I meant.

You just
star
tled
me

I was
caught in the
half-second
regret
of
even
thinking
your
name.

How
quick
ly
too slow.

Forget it.
I just need
to let it
go.

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

The Fear

It seems like
every day
is just the same.

Just the 
same. 

It feels like 
every breath 
heavy
in my chest
is just one more
feeble 
attempt to
survive.

As my 
lungs lurch
halfheartedly
towards 
the finish line.

Don't get me
wrong.

I am in no hurry
but 
some days
seem 
longer than
others
and some 
dreams
are worse
than most.

I cannot help but wonder
what 
has kept me here
other than
a fear 
of what lay
beyond.

A fear
that my family
would not 
survive.

A fear
that 
the efforts
were in vain
Or worse-
that they 
were not.

And what of it then?

Will I waste away 
in a fiery oblivion?
Or will I enter an
afterlife
beautifully clean
-myself washed
anew.

It seems like 
every day 
is just 
plainly 
the same

and when it is not

there is not 
the capacity 
within my chest 
to hold me down
to keep my safe
to render my calm.

The shrill panic
paining me 
deeply within my chest.

I am 
afraid.

I suppose
that at the end of it
that is all that it is
I am 
afraid.  

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

tecenda

Crash landed
and 
I don't have my head 
screwed on straight
enough to see 
the light
right in front of 
me.

I breathe
I try
and try
to breathe.

But my throat
catches
with a sharp
choke.

Crash landed
and
my head aches
with raw
- gnawing pain
I don't have my
head screwed on
straight
enough

to see
the light

right in front
of me.

Monday, March 23, 2020

Begin Again.

Start
Stop
Rewind
Replay
and

Begin
Again.

Begin

Again.

Stop.

Breathe.

Fuck.
What
am I doing?

Rewind.
Stop.
Start.

3
2
1

Begin
Again.

Unity

 Each  and every  day we grow older Our wrinkles grow deeper Our hair thins greys and falls out Each  and every  day We grow My heart aches ...