what did i ever do to lose you?
was this just to make me feel? to make me suffer...
to wear this face of indignity
the sharpest blow i have ever felt
these carnations have robbed me
rob me of remedy
rob me of my serenity
and challenge my sobriety
every moment once for granted
lost in being apathetic
indescribable fingers cusp
tears of others' panic
and so i am lost to this worldly planet
inside a clock, my thoughts have landed.
starting, stopping, time's interspersal
clouded, writhing, uncomfortable.