There is no explaining how it feels
To look forward to an event
An accessible event
And arrive to find
No access, no welcome
Then
It just becoming
A quiet drive home.
Then
A dawning realization
That it continues
Without me.
Then
How unnecessary I am.
How is it
that
isolation is so
incredibly well ramped
and
disconnectedness
completely
and
fully
accessible.
Then
A dawning realization
That it continues
Without me.
Then
How unnecessary I am.
How is it
that
isolation is so
incredibly well ramped
and
disconnectedness
completely
and
fully
accessible.
2 comments:
desolation, painted with exquisite precision.
no words to ease the pain. just keep breathing....
Considering that by now you know how to check these things in exquisite detail, my apologies for the world.
They don't know who they're missing, but that's not the important part. They're missing a whole world of people.
Poetry is a good way to deal with it.
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