Equator of Empty-Rien part I

At least I held onto the dream,
held carbon poison
in my tar-filled lungs,
held like a fish in the gills,
hungry for steel hooks
held lonely eyes
gaze of possibility
before the decades
danced up behind
my back and shouted surrender!

Nobody can hold you.
They never tell you,
But they should.
The doctor should
whisper it in the ear of your
mother when she
enters the Luteal Phase,

Say “hey, this one is
going to be defective,
an endless series of
impossible starts & stops,
that never come to anything
I advise
you to let it go.”
At least then
You’d know.

Wouldn’t have wasted 39
years attempting the impossible.
would have been successful
on the first go,
as much as you’d always been,
Yes, It came to this,
now release these dead
parts of me.
I tried to tell you
when I was very
I never meant to
be here.

It was a dream,
now let me wake up.
I don’t want to keep
walking into
hitting my head,
my teeth
to be seen.
Laugh at me.
Laugh at me.
I can’t walk
I never could.
this world is dizzy.
I don’t want to
Don’t want
applause for success,
want instead a way
to step off the edge
of the equator.


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