Capital D
It is a cruel sadness beckoning
existence that does not care for validation
To it I’ve come to distress a dying presence
and slate of guilt worried into swirling silent shame
I’ve never met
This me I cannot share nor shake
helplessly
Embarrassed for apologies feel nothing
empathetic to do with me
here you are there unavailable
Dishearteningly laid mundane to passions
bored experiences by expectations cares withdrawal to no long seek part and decline
to accept and void decision
for what matters to say Im not sorry
I do not care to cast any net to life
backed barricaded behind walls
that were never built and locked inside a dwelling pain that life claims worth whatever I have to go through
days that seems, oblivious.
