humble walrus
Inside of you, today-
There is no one.
No room to fill with empty space.
No-one.
Most sane moments declaring, independence.
Sane and sober with my instruments.
Indiscriminate murmuring, in empty space,
Here at home.
Homeless psychosis, inebriated by the liminal peace; that comes with being left alone.
Forget your duties as a son, today-
There is no one.
I think, I am thinking, of how I am.
I think as much as I convince myself I can.
My role as a self obsessed narcissist,
Is all I can think of.
About how I am.
But inside of me, today-
There is no room.
No one to fill the empty space.
I am alone.
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In a prelude to release, reduce your self esteem.
Find out what drives you the most.
Reduce this most to least, today-
Find me alone, waiting for someone.
A humble guest to host, a worthy boast.
To be proud at least, pompous at best.
Sky rocket my confidence, with someone.
I am no one, today-
I am no one.
No one to cry for, no one to toast.
No reason to laugh or to crack jokes.
Truly no-one, truly none.
Enjoy the ride with empty eyes.
Inebriated by the pungent sighs,
That breed in this liminal peace.
Today- I am empty space.
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Thanks Mike, giving me my reason to cry.
Today. I