All set to leave, nowhere to go
These are the nights that are dreaded the most
“Left and forgotten” that inner voice whispers
It hummingly adds
“They claim your lost love, yet hurt you the most”
What is rightfully wanted is a just simple answer
Tell me your thoughts I’d want to be asked
Yet your response, is less than murmur
The inner voice, it finally mocks me
“Self loathing, it holds you in place”
Indolent soft eyes, they gaze with such fury and duly do ask
“Are you finally through?”
Its listless response is of slight subtle laughter
“You beg for ATTENTION, you’ll go kicking and screaming”
“You sad little creature, your only true weakness”
“The world that you claim, it knows not of you”
These words of defiance
“ Yes this is true, and so I am finally through…”

Victor M. Garcia 1/19/08