it feels like it's been an eternity
the passage of time since you've
consumed yourself in these
poems
has been warped
four days
four days since you started this one
and what? what?
it's almost to a hundred
yet it's only been four days
you need a purpose
right now, you don't feel like you have one
through these words, you're able to
calculate exactly who you are
what you think
and what is truly ailing you
but never reveal it truly
never never never
keep kicking your legs,
keep attempting to escape the water
drown in the poems
drown in society
drown in your pity party
then come up again for your
celebration of life
there are people who care
and though you might not,
oh, they do
they do