unintentional poetry

as of now this is how it is

singing softly sad songs of nonsense,

cant stop the incessant movement of lips.

hoping that somehow i will find

the words that will ease my wandering mind.

cant go outside anymore tonight,

im tired of darkness and missing moonlight.

i hope you are drinking and will rest quite soon.

i hope you are happy in a crowded room.

as for me i am smoking butts in broken ashtrays,

slowly breathing my life away.

so what do i have to regret

when it’s what i do to forget.

there is no poetry here that will compare,

nothing but pursuits to replace, manipulate, ensnare,

nothing but the shaking-hand movements of misplaced thread,

nothing but the self-centered monologues flitting about the head.

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