Threaded Paths - Taken

I could easily

Write about

These lonely nights

Spent alone

Like every other bad writer

So spare me a minute of your time

I swear it will take me at least a lifetime

To pour out

What’s… inside

Everything

Is only one button away

One entire… second

It’s only… one… entire second

A self induced weight has been placed

On the back of those who want

To carry it

I wait, for, a glance

Anyone.

Anyone?

Repeated, over these fabricated lives

Are words that only mean something

In the context of my own dark head

Those eyes and withered body of yours

Scream louder than any voice

Could ever muster