The Trechory of Myself

by Ink   May 8, 2023

I find myself reaching
for words recently,
trying to find the combination
that will release the treacherous
pain that hounds me relentlessly
day and night.

I'm so tired of being heart-broken,
tired of the smile that covers it up,
exhausted of the sound of
my own voice as it ricochets
off these empty walls,
the irony that lonliness
refuses to leave is not lost on me
and I am yearning for a distraction
that'll satisfy these frayed nerve endings.


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