the connection
of rejection
and deception
after accepting
the hating and
degrading
tired of the
waiting
ready for
escaping
reality
where none
feel me
only some
of what I
envision
they may
listen
c l o s e l y
real
c l o s e l y
sometimes
too close
so
i
back up
and stack up
my chips

grab
new pens
and pads

bare thoughts
I skinny dip

paddling a
pen over pad

as lathargic
is I
look deep
into nowhere

I take a
stab
and back up
wrapping up
this mess

of prosperiety
be it a poem
she murmurs
something

alone lonely
only I

I looked
closely

she smiled

said
come

c l o s e r

(((J)))

Nice Sweet (((J)))

"into nowhere" always seems to lead to somewhere

awesome write

Diggin' this write. Well done.