There was a resident
In my head
For a year or more
I don't know
I don't know
But my tenant is gone
Or quiet
Either way
I can't tell if this makes me
Alone and hollow
Our just less crazy
But the withdrawal feels wrong
A calm ache in my soul
As convenient as this is
Much as I thought
This is what I needed
It's not right
And the tenant has moved on
To finer heads
I fear never to return
I'd take the storms and gut-wrench
The painful tingle in my heart
Anyday
Over this ordinary
Nothing.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Unintentional Eviction
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Thoughts
After a peacetime
I'm always convinced it's done with.
There's a quiet of the mind.
Do and think the right things,
Life requires less effort.
The world shrinks to what can be seen
And nerves are dulled,
Emotional amnesia.
Push away, retreat, resign
Curl up and accept illusion.
It's all there is.
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