Jan 13, 2022 20:33
no
i'm already tired of fighting.
not even forty, still feel that hundreds of years
have passed while i've been plodding
sometimes slow
sometimes fast
and if i'm not fighting with you
i've found someone else
that man over there, sneaking glances at me,
or against the institutions of normality,
the pressure of being loved,
the expectation of culpability
or myself.
always, myself.
fighting with my badder nature,
my good intentions,
my hopes and foundations,
elevating the rating of my life
from PG to a solid PG-13,
not recommended for children.
not recommended to have children,
nor pass on what i've carried.
AMA anyhow. willing to wait for something better.
what i thought i would be, years ago, was at peace
and what i am now, horizons later,
is war.