To hell with the insipid emptiness
That keeps good people ineptly drowned!
Gaze into the perplexed distress and bless
The self that is so often shackle bound!
This is my pledge to the introspection
That so often is betrayed or unknown
Or left to rot in the gutter of dread
And then scavenged for the insurrection.
Together we starve and wither alone
Our thirst being a statement left unsaid.
There is numbness that grasps the bone
Which is surrounded by layer upon layer
Of prickle that persistently drones
Out experiences that do conjure
Recurrent traumas of spirits within.
Like swollen flesh, nothingness throbs
Throughout enduring routine of day
Expanding its reign under your skin
Until your inner turmoil sobs
Containing misery you cannot delay.