Frothing at the lips
Seething through my teeth
I haven’t felt like throttling anyone
In a very long time
Fortunate for them
I’m a gentleman
Whose restraint muscle
Has been well exercised
Yet my trust instinct
Has been whittled down to a bloody nub
Every time I come out of hiding
People tend to wipe their ass on my dreams
Unless there’s a way they can exploit them
This whole thing is a mess
My seams are far from seaworthy
Safe in my solitude
I enjoy venturing out
Of my shell less and less
Like the dead leaves fall,
Land and decompose
So the little hopes of my heart
Flake off and evaporate
Before my eyes
To be forgotten by everyone
Especially me
And a familiar chill
Settles into my heart.
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