withdraw

what is a word
if not a bird
to sing of my emotion

and all it’s lies
your words
your cries
their confidence
their notion

what’s left of me
that’s worth some glee
or smiles
or tunes
or fortune

and i’m in bunkers
of sarcasm’s spears
a pallid verbal urchin

were all alone
our flesh
and bone
were all alone
forever

were all alone
our thoughts
our tone
were all alone
together

i cant believe
that you read this
my verbal minaret

i can’t believe
but i don’t matter
so soon you will forget

yet life on dirt
so dank
so curt
and so full of regrets

will teach the boys
who want to melt
of how the world abets