None of the Above

Senselessness troubles me into my weakness

I’ve forfeited love unprovoked

The silence is killing me,

but I won’t surrender to the deafening

Am I ill to want for something so sweet that’s been embedded into nature

that apples can exist?

I’m curious to find what’s risen.

Hard barrels of discomfort don’t

make me surrender,

rather be distracted from a line.

You ignorant?

The thought makes me wonder off

Into a bumpy road.

I’m missing you on tough mornings,

the fog is still here.

I figured that the clarity in all of this is

that nothing could change what was

I’m neither tied up in ropes or

or sick anymore from the days of

ill will.

I’ve found my peace.