Benign neglect


The lights from the stage reflect my past

They sing of love and loss

Tragedy before me in the face of three

No resolution for my emptiness 

Another world where time is still

I lost a love I found

As I stand behind on the ground 

It’s been gone for too long

Utter dissolution 

Absurdity

Another dimension in which I live

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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