Worthless?

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A stack of books,

A heap of paper, 

Lessons learned and forgotten.

Minutes,

Hours,

Days.

Testing and searching,

Meaning to find.

Page after page,

Nothing looks right.

Go here!

Go there!

Complete,

Task done.

Sights seen,

Moments collected. 

Consume, 

Unending,

Let quiet in.

Weeks

Months

Years 

Stuck

I am a bunch of words bound in flesh, a conundrum haunt by vivid memories. With time, they fester, bringing forth new horrors of actions I can’t change. Consumed by my own definitions or morals, I spiral into myself. Trapped in thoughts I can’t express.

Cleaning Out Demons

I AM the demon within. 

Judas, 

Willing to sell my soul for silver linings,

Trapped in a funhouse of mirrors, 

caught in the vile—

Disgusted.

Left to steep in fear.

Traced Silhouette

I give in to disillusion.

What worth have I?

Moment by Moment, 

Drifting through the lives of others, 

I leave only a scarce trace of my existence.

Who knows my name?

Lonely in myself,

I ignore my worth

And argue with the ghost of my imagination

Hollow

I am the breakfast bar of people,

Consumed in times of need, but unable to satiate. 

Empty calories momentarily used to fill a void,

Replaced quickly when a real meal is presented.

Temporary nutrients given in emergency