Hitching
Shocked out of my slumber, again.
Those visions once inviting drift
into murky terrain where my footing
slides from my solid path, each
step saps me of vitality without hope.
Left out in the cold, again.
Thumbs ripe like cherries, dipping
into the sweet air of possibility.
The frigid nature of my quest
halts the blood in my indigo vein.
Just along for the ride, again.
Packed like cargo into your life.
A cumbersome package for you,
no doubt, since I have no clues
left to divine where I fit anymore.
Pains rumble in my gut, again.
The warmth of your hearth
no longer beckons me onward
to share a morsel of nourishment
or a sinful concoction full of delight.
Doubt haunts my persona, again.
Images of distrust quake my eyes
as I witness your plot unfold
with self the only person that
you choose to embrace without fear.
Cried myself to sleep, again.
No point in wiping them dry
since the flow of my agony
will gush like the purest fount
of human suffering ever to shame.
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