Many anxious evenings
I want to burn every word I’ve written
I want to warm my numb hands
Frostbitten by self-loathing
Over a great bonfire of massive flames
Reaching for the atmosphere
Dreaming of visiting the stars
They’re fueled by the purging of
Afternoon “what if”s
Subconscious late night fears
Tenuous human connections
And other undeciphered feelings
They hunger for more
They want to reach the sky
Leave this earth
Fly far away from here
As they writhe and leap towards the sky
Lacking sentience, they don’t understand they’re
Doomed
No matter how many foolish words I feed them
To always fall short
February 17 – 20, 2025
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