i keep myself
secluded
from the a world
i mostly don’t
understand
reaching out
with shitty poetry
from my cave
because anxiety
ain’t no way
to half live
i am cut off
silenced by
algorithms
left to fester
a mushroom
in the darkness
living off of
the rotted soulsoil
in petulant
heartwhinings
lost in a hell
of my own
childish design
where my pleas
are offered
the same empty succor
in an unsocial
internment as
the fool fades
into insignificant
mutterings
dripping down
the fetid walls
of a forgotten
toilet stall
just off the
main artery
leading nowhere
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
“i mostly don’t understand reaching out
with shitty poetry” : your poems reflect thoughtfulness, and these are well-crafted ones.
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it’s my way of never taking myself too seriously. a reminder to stay hungry. but i appreciate the kind words. thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Enjoyed the poem m ennenbach!
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thank you
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