Digital Pen
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Who was I to think, I could ever find a
wife. It is too much to ask, too much to
risk. So until I surrender, all I will hear is
tsk tsk. You messed up again, you lost
your vision of reality. This prison I dwell
in is all I can see. Oh the drama, & silly
misconceptions. I have no form of faith
in any kind of direction. This is my
fainting plea, for the damages you have
done to me. I embrace each time you lash
out, for I will stay silent & not shout.
Despite the cruelty I've never known, all
of this is now for me, clearly shown. I
could go on like this for hours right now.
But instead I'll end this post & take a
bow. Tonight, I must write, it’s the only
way I'm allowed to fight. To regain focus
within sight & to know no one is right.
Including myself, or any of "them". Just
me & my digital pen.
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