Some are invited with feelings embedded
Seething listless while lusting for the same
We tangle ourselves to help us quell
The fleshless emptiness of our bodies
Stirring endlessly in vain to find something
Something that will mask the pain
I wonder how many mantras I’ll chant
Before my brain is heeled and you’re gone
I want to sit and contemplate the significance behind a movie
Watch for detail and picture design
Why they chose red hues and blue lights
Over white
I want to feel his touch caressing my back
Lips on mine
I want to play games
Get 5 in a row
Reach 2048
Stack towers run through temples break rocks
Walk my dog
Look at the sunset
Travel the world
Contemplate what has been
It’s easier
Than talking
Than listening
Than learning
It’s so much easier
I will write a poem without pain
Despite crying disdain for inflicting it’s stain
Or feeling its sting while afflicted by shame
Day by day seeping into a daze
My suffering is minimal in many ways
If one is worse I should be able
To lift myself from this haze
I will write a poem without pain
Dancing lazily in the game
For I am not living this life in vain
How I loathe thee let me count the ways
Making me twist and turn manipulated and phased
Silence, I’ll reward myself
Stillness will provide some help
Insulated with useless conniption
Constantly contracting to your systems
One of these days I will conform
Say goodbye to dreaming willingly condemning
Myself and my health to shame
Wishing potently and lost
So much that I forget my name
Why are we afraid of sadness
We masquerade happiness because
Sadness isn’t pretty isn’t satisfying
We celebrate some kinds of suffering
In violent films, horror, doom scrolling
The chemicals in our brain that react
To fear and comedy are very similar
If I tell myself to be happy will I be
If I am happy what am I telling myself?
We are all searching for ways to be happy
In a world that fosters disappointment
We are actors in our own suffering
Silently playing the parts assigned to us
Choosing security over excitement
Pain over passion
It’s not good for your mind to go to that place
The further you go the harder it is to come out
The more you say the less you’ll wish to know
But life is a gift
Because our bodies resist the urge to die
