Ugh
Angry at the way she treats you
Angry that you deny
Why the destruction roaming rampant around you
Is no longer worth your precious time.
I find myself pissy for no reason
Yet I am saying what needs to be said
In my head although not quite as loud
Outside, transcranially aligned to heal
Through the ordeal of an addicted soul.
Given every chance to ratchet down
Double-down on eleven
As eleven hours passes me by in a flash
Forgetting the pain I wear like an uncomfortable jacket
A fat man in a skinny coat
Bloated from disease and misuse
Burning feet, burning mind
Misaligned for some odd reason
Treasonous subconscious
So the guilty is the accuser
Finger’s pointing right back at me
Feeling like Tyler right now
Fighting the confusion from fighting
I am so. Weary. Right. Now.
Naps are wonderful
24 Oct 2020
