Feel Less
“You are trying not
To look so Young
And Miserable.”
“You are trying not
To look so Young
And Miserable.”
Sick
To death
Of my nonchalant
Toughness;
Of concealing
What hurts
With a shrug,
Saying “there’s more where I come from,”
Shoving the shouts
And tears
Into back pockets
Until they are bulging
At the seams.
Emptiness is eating away
The best of yours truly;
Someone please
Spare your
Tenderness—
Bring me back to life
With your calming
Touch and Kindness.
“Perhaps you thought you were in love—that was a long time ago.”
—Bond speaking to Severine.
You see yourself
Bend and break
Into a million pieces—
Your dreams and aspirations
Deep in trenches—
For moments,
You begin to witness
Your withering:
A gradual,
Irrevocable decease
Of the once
Vastly immense
Well—
From which
Rose your strength;
Sets of spines
For
The Heavy load.
You see it,
This indefinite
Blackening
Of
The Sun—
The last breath
Of air
Escaping your lungs.
But
Do bite
Your
Tongue—
You may just
Forget
This dark void
And live
To See
Another Dawn.