I
have reached
the point in my life
where
I feel nothing but
bleakness.
Waking up
to screeching alarms
and
staring into the mirror
at an estranged, deformed
reflection.
Silently trudging
amid the hustling crowd
where no one would notice
I would be
just the way I want
to be.
I breathe in
meticulously
not to make a single sound.
I watch the world
drift by
brushing my skin.
As I
remain still and solitary
in this
ever moving world.
P.S. Happy Birthday Ken, Happy Birthday cw.
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