Once again,
it's me and me.
I've never been fond of this duel,
as so it happens,
I never prevail against such a clever fool
I am my own worst enemy.
Even after, the acknowledgement
of history. I still commit.
I commit.
Commit.
Commit.
But as I peer to the left of me.
Nothingness, and to the right.
Maybe a laugh, that wasn't even produced by you.
Interesting, at how committing mitts
must mellow more mourning mouths.
Maybe mere mortals meander meaninglessly.
Whatever that means.
I still return to at which I had left.
Not a second later, nor soon.
Back to the place where i have....
No answers.
No friends.
No light.
I may as well have asked for death.
That almost seems peaceful.
Hardly.
I'm never been as so far gone to make-believe a belief that was never believed.
It's ok.
I'm use to it now.
Come black night.
Love me.
YOU ARE READING
Sleep Diction
PoetryA collection of things I write. Whenever they come to me. Enjoy. I appreciate any feedback. Welcome it even.
