Static
 
 
 
 

No poem today,
No lyric to wash the stains away.
Just  words upon an
Empty screen,
So indicative of my life……..
Just a letter to myself………

I gave up today…..
I looked into the eyes of
The future, with all of its
Hopes of love gained- enemies thwarted-
Accomplishments made,
I looked into the eyes of the future
And realized that there is no room
For a man like me.

I'm walking through that door….

Death?
I have become the dead risen
My soul as dry as the mummies wrapping….
Life?
I never knew how to live it
Anyway
I am wasted, wasting away -in
A world never meant for me to roam…..

I Am the pilgrim's progress
A wanderer in a strange and desolate land.

I am the lone warrior in a war without meaning….
When the war is over the warrior has no purpose…
Thus the he should die on the field
With honor….

No cries for help……no longing for
For pity….we are the things we have done
In our lives…..I’ve done nothing……nothing
At……all.
I am the living nothing
The non equation
The lacking
The endless picture show
Of
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