Wounds, they heal.
Words, they may hurt.
Hearts, they break.
Souls then unearth.

...I stole a glimpse of sunlight
to put into your eyes.
So that maybe you could see the
way, I see you shine.

You shift and shape many character
forms.
But-
Your lack of interest, and your futile
charm.

"Frightens me a bit."

Yet-
Still, it can bring me to my knees.
From-
Gravel to grovel.
Losing grip of (my own) reality.
Heaping shit piles, I shovel.
(unseen baggage was never light)

....Does this make sense?
Does it really matter?
I feel like I am:
Alice left alone with that loony
Mad Hatter.

I sense no love lost.
Nor any love gained.
I feel like a little puppy.
Left out in the rain.
(fending for myself I always
find a way)

I'm seeking some kind of
shelter.
But it seems they're all closed
for the moment.
I'll stand in line forever, or at least
until I go numb.
(I'm already numb within)




But you wouldn't know.....




I just cannot cater to your apathy.
It doesn't look very good in blue.

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