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I am—no longer

Than the depths that fill the blanks, the emptiness that speaks as my soul taints

This darkness that hovers over me, a wishing to succumb and soon be one

A presuming of the numb;

It’s starting to bore, nonetheless; as I sat in a reflection

A devious of minds in protection, being of this being I’m of

—“it’s starting to bore me”

I repeat as I wash away the sorrows from beneath my feet

The scent reeks of defeat with a need to be more than but far less discreet

—“have you heard me before”, I ask with the presumption of wanting no more;

I said, “ it’s starting to bore me “, in the same tone as I have stated before

Looking in the mirrors eye; awaiting to a failed reply

One of conscious would wonder, “why?”

—so tired, of talking—of asking of, this quest

Unanswered questions leaving a blank to fill words in which I have to guess

A leaving for, what is a maid?—someone to clean up this mess;

“Look, at it…would you look at it as a chore”

Truth be told I’ve said it too many times before,

…It’s starting to bore me

I’ve done this shit too many times to ignore

—-“well do something” answered.

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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