Abysmal
I cry alone, desperate for pain
clasped beneath hands that breathes a pulsing dagger
immersed in why I’ve waited wasting
in life’s blanketed debt and passed tithe
I do not confess
my dismantled being, marred thoughtlessly
at the hands of deluded delusions
I don’t offer arraignment for my own depravity
Simply, I do nothing
I fall asleep and attend the next day
expecting the exceptional.
~D. R. Ellingson
