my soul is
one dimensional
when viewed
from this
three dimensional
plane of plain
pain and panic
stricken desolation

my heart is
wheezing black tar
through constricted
vessels
of vacant adoration
seized in rigorous
illusionary
half palpations

you do not
have to remind me
i am nothing
with your callous
slights
i am well aware
my accomplishments
are a zero sum game

the pathetic poet
bleeding words
over broken teeth
and half chewed lips
to dribble down
the barren host
to unanswered prayers
in solemn disappointments