enjambment
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Frustrated
I am pulling on the
barbed hooks stabbed in
to my mind which is
just
pulling teeth and
that very thought just
Dear ETs,
I’m sorry, I cannot find a way
To bring myself to fully answer your question
Regarding humanity’s ending passage of days;
Left and right, front and back people
Stand there. Inching closer to the doors that
Slide. All for
Saving their legs. The ding
Sounds a high pictched tone. A
Sudden jolt forward, everyone ushers
I don't ask for much,
I don't expect much either,
Not from you anyway,
All I really want
Need
From you is
Your acceptance.
Am I asking too much?
Because you're making it
Seem so.
As I come into the age of majority
The world becomes both lucid and murky
In the recesses of my mind.
I am faced with a crippling melancholy
that no amount of serotonin could
Ever counteract.
I've learned many things
In the eighteen years of my life,
Many of them being rather disconcerting.
Perhaps to you,
But not so much to me.
