When I am no more
Well aware
That someone's there
And if I even care
My thoughts it seems
Turn inward
Playing my own
Disception of what
I thought should be
Yet all the while
Complacency
Takes residency here
And I am once more
Subdued in idle
Thinking
Where did I once
Know the words to speak
To say the things I feel
How can I connect again
Even when it hurts
To say what in me
Must be said
To live the life
That's all but dead
Still surfacing
In silence
The cursing
Deep within
Why this
Why am I here
What do you expect
Of me
We may not see
The same defect
Infect our minds
With our own
Wreck in me
The rotting waste
Whose taste is for
Itself
Open me
To clearly see
The hurt in
Someone else
And not
Defend
My own
Disdain
But work
To make
Amends
For only there
Can love connect
And hope beyond
Perfect
The broken
With the broken
Heart and make
The broken whole
-Joshua Lee Foist
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