Sink to the Bottom
I feel old and used up today.
A thick stench of failure lingers
Comfortably about my aura.
I wish I was confused but
The message is clear…
Leave here,
You are not wanted.
It’s a sour taste you know…
It gags and makes heavy;
The easier to sink to the bottom,
Without you.
Life is uncertainty, save for death.
The old fears echo triumphantly,
And they were right,
Right on,
Rightly fearing.
I look around now,
The detail is still there, but all the color
Has bled to the grey of indifference.
Where do I go now?
What is the point?
I figured it all out and now I haven’t anyone
To share it with.
I wonder what I did last
Life to deserve this instability,
These emotions,
This mind.
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