Quiet time…no
Maybe never again
Commiserating in the doldrums
This ever deafening passion consumes entirely
Never enough
But we give, and give, and give
I surrendered long before I was born
A fool’s gift to reclaim this stubborn World
Existence
Horrifyingly ridiculous
Covid panic crafting terror dreams in anxiety
And all the time to consider sociopathic aspirations
They kill
Through their words
And with the influence of bargain-counter dogmas
A kiss to apathy in hopes of starving what intelligence is left
Here’s to the sun
To all my scattered fragments
Resigned to an act of squeezing eyes shut for centuries
Limitless as fireflies of love rather than bending to consciousness
An image
A forgotten reflection
A misplaced memory you once had
Really never meant anything to anyone at all anyway
I am grateful for spellcheck ❤
Muse Writer 