Feelings

Feeling spurned
at every turn
the candle burns
at no end

feeling shunned
brightness of sun
master of none
to no end

feelings feelings
feelings are the problem
sometimes I
don’t want to feel at all

routine routine
this is the problem
mostly I tire
of not feeling at all

Bleat

I got a box of painkillers
but I don’t have a prescription
my greatest achievements, dried ink signed in someone else’s name

I shake my fist, but it’s just a phantom limb

I am a sheep & I’m bleating
I am a sheep & I’m bleating
I am a sheep & I’m bleating
I am asleep I’m bleeding

I know what I don’t want
but I don’t know what I do
I’ve good intentions
but my self-doubt creeps through

I’ve got a bible of dreams
but no time to read it
I’ve got a headful of thoughts
but they’re mostly one-liners

I am asleep I’m bleeding
I am asleep I’m bleeding
I am asleep I’m bleeding
I am a sheep & I’m bleating

I write my list, but it’s just a block of text

I don’t want to shovel
your shit
I don’t want to pedal
your wares
I don’t want to bask
in your sun
I don’t want to
sulk in your shadow

This is temporary

This is only

a placeholder

This is a setback

speck in eye

A blinding cry

Why is it

I deny

the potential

others see in me?