Instead of the usual nothing,
I break the laws of the unknown,
Mostly unexpected, somewhat attempting merriment.
Alas the pigs rolled in expectantly…
Tempting a certain shared fate in the disorientation.
Its boring to me,
Yearning toward a normalcy that’s a little more heightened…
I resent, I repent
The usual plight of my own covenant,
My own voice of stated sanity.
I break the stare disgruntled at the least,
Affronted to a point,
Lacking acknowledgement and wondering why I’d apply…
An esteem that was built and totally drained in an inescapable sob.
Am I doomed in this existence?