Listless

I feel pretty good
For feeling this bad
That odd listless anger
Mixed with those usual suspects
Disgust, guilt and
Oh! The sweetest crush
On being undeniably alone
Despite the trumpet calls of the blessed
Screaming and biting
That no, you are loved
You are light
Rest your gifted mouths
For the savable wicked
I will rest uncomfortably
A beggar in the storm
Troubled with perspective
Let me disappear in suitable fashion
With a rage in my soul
And a whisper on my lips

Reviews

[Papaya]

Really like this John P.
Feels like someone reaching but not quite connecting.
Some super lines.