Ævanescing
Take into account the bullshit that means so much to so many
What is truth?!? Social meanderings to sate the fact that he is too much
Too much life enclosed in broken shell
In cracks, broken child, seventeen and forgotten
Covered over, masked with social suave….a tendency to give no fucks
Fucks be given in quiet moments, realizations of sole aloneness
Scar covered with tissue, protective shell built decades hence
Alone to fight, alone to reflect, part time friend a plenty
Alone is known is what life is, connections for a time….
Rented and replaced. Night bears down, moments alive with ghosts
Playing over and again, a demon dance shared to none
Internalized hell, brings comfort of familiar suffering
None to notice, to ask beyond surface. None to care.
Banal platitudes of strength; of fight at tongue tip
Throat catches yearning for deeper connection
No!
Push it down, too much to burden…too much to share….
Too much!
This is life.
Hitchhiker 