a feeling of
insignificant
frustration
percolates
through my
insular broken
i miss the sun
or mattering
but neither
are on the horizon
so i clutch
my aching silence
tight to my chest
for simple lack
of anything else
a feeling of
insignificant
frustration
percolates
through my
insular broken
i miss the sun
or mattering
but neither
are on the horizon
so i clutch
my aching silence
tight to my chest
for simple lack
of anything else