(no subject)

[depressant]

echoes, like footsteps
are
in reality the hollow thump-thump of something metaphorically banal
melancholy
in unison with cliche
everyone has felt this trite plea

filtered vision, like camera effects
happen to be
the same wetness you would expect
streaming much like you though they would
its exactly what you know

muffled sound, like wah wahs
inside my head
deafness totally reminiscent
hackneyed inaudibility
empathic handicaps affect us

However, despite these things
these identical feelings
these over used descriptions
and
prosaic poem subjects
it still hurts just the same
for all of us
each and every time
and that
is
absolute
torture