Unentitled by Loyal F Ramsey
Sent to torture me,
Frightening my poor feeble self
Into scurring round in tight circles of restless failure.
Thin cigarettes held in cruel lips,
Tearing the flesh,
Rending the small catastrophe of my life
Into shreds without a word.
If only I had imagined a different self,
If only the truth of me held some
But with a single glance she has found me out.
Soon I will be crying with the other dogs
At the pile of death and memory,
Tearing apart all pretense of remembrance,
Howling that only the immediate has any validity,
Discarding a past that was the only safety
To which my soul could aspire.