The Back Burner Of My Mind

 

Staring at the wall

Death trying to take my soul

 

I don’t think so

 

I wish things could be accepting

Yet at the end of the rope

 

I began with hope at least

 

A-plenty, something will open up

There’s something there, somewhere

 

Who knew?

 

When things are falling apart

They’re really falling right into place

 

Saw it posted on one of those sites

 

I hope so; write it back though it doesn’t feel like it, no

Joy has left me in a far cornered space without sun

 

Like the poetics of that one

 

Where to now

I feel worn as if I am done

 

Not yet

 

Spoke with Grandma and my dearest friend

Yes communing, they’re dead people

 

Where will it end?

 

Too funny

I said, “Remind Him for me”

 

Maybe here’s a good place

 

Though I’m the one needs reminding

Far cornered space without sun

 

Yeah, I like that one

 

 

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