Monday, April 18, 2016

Day 17 - At Risk of Existing

Image source: By Castrocane - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0,

At Risk of Existing

There is no poetry in these actions
Leviathan chained me to the depths long ago
I burn midnight oil on trivialities
I sleepwalk through snooze alarm stop-signs

I build castles for others with minimal effort
Sometimes forgetting to eat
or remembering when I should’ve stopped
I’ve disappointed myself and others

Falling into fantasy is preferable to what is
Internal metronome decelerated and muted
Many would benefit from my omission

They say talking with someone
will make me feel more like me again,
but this is the only me I’ve ever known.

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