This restlessness, this dissatisfaction--succumb to the Silence.
A vacuous mind
is simply a diversion
from what matters most.
An emotionless stare at the blinding screen
cannot soothe my fermenting stomach.
I’m stuck in a psychological field of potholes;
forced to step over any internal dilemma.
It’s the dull ringing in the back of my mind.
A drone that deafens me and yet clarifies what I already know.
I am but a single leaf, in the end.
Forced to be alone with my unclassifiable emotions.
An elderly woman and an energetic child do not make an aesthetically pleasing couple.
Neither do my riotous body and befuddled mind.
No eloquent expression remains untold for now.
[Besides one realization…]
In solitude, we discover what lies beneath these jubilant facades.
In numbers, time will never halt to allow us one moment for self-searching.
Through brief periods of desolation the bitter truth unravels.
But I realize the catalyst now.
There is a ravenous need for approval beneath my skin.
Not just from others – whose acceptance is always pleasant- but from myself.
The self-deprecation is ceaseless.
The morning will result in the suffocation of my negative reality.
I’m desperate for a companion.
Release me from my nightly chains…
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