Waste Away

 

 

 

Curious thing to be breathing,

alive,

and in a current state of decomposition,

but the breaths get shorter

and the living more vapid by the day.

The muscles begin to stiffen,

and calcium deposits form in the bones.

 

Time is my worst enemy right now.

All I can do to defend against it

is to duck and cower

while it wears me to withers.

Solemnly

letting it pass

until the date of my departure

towards a life I am all too reticent to pursue.

 

My desire for company

creates one suffering mess of a man.

 

She hasn’t been around too much

and I’m faring the passing days

with anticipation.

There isn’t anyone

to blame in these situations

other than myself

for being so passionately in need.

 

In the meantime,

I’ll weather my restless bones

by escaping into my imagination.

 

I haven’t written much lately.

I’m submerging myself again 

while you’re away.

 

Maybe you should be aloof more often.