Insanity is the demon that has been stalking me these past months.
How can I be anything but insane
when the very definition of insanity
is doing the same thing ad naseuam
while expecting different results each & every time.
Every time I reach closer
for someone’s heat to heal and soothe
my weary aching soul
I am dismissed to the personification
of inconvenient emotionally needy nobody.
Burned yet again
by the one light I have any desire to pull close to
now I finally truly realize
how far, how fast, how furious
needs must I fly.
No more closeness
no more hugs
no more words of any meaning.
All of you
grow weary of this monotonous voice
so I give you in return
everything I have ever received
from all of those of you whom I loved
deaf, indifferent apathy
and as the crystal clearly shatters
which fact will it be to you all
the lack of a useful vessel for your convenience
or its song forever fading into silence?