weight

only feel the pressure few times/ day
i’ll politely demand that i go away.
ocean shadow why i don’t s t a y .

i don’t know what i need
just simple ceaseless greed
depression post complete
dead and damned carried
me by my bloodied feet.

i can’t fucking stand
half the things i do.
can’t ask you to listen
sorry it was you.
i’m already dismissive
i’ll only tell you
what’s true.

hopelessness
comfort food
loner of loners
unsung, dude.

Published by mikelenczycki

Not Anybody.

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