he lives a solitary life
usually alone with his dog
his dog and his thoughts
he prefers it this way
whole truths are reserved
only available for him, by him
easier that way
others require explanation
communication fails him
his words are quick, broken
vague and specific, at once
too many thoughts inner connected impossible to explain; the nuance between ideas, ideas of seemingly unrelated factors.
variables unseen.
he understands but blind to results
successes of life
he cares too much or not at all
that isn’t up to him
to rely him for comfort, for support
would be a mistake
his brain in many ways
is not within his control
but within his understanding
he can deal with himself
others are not so kind
that is ok
he prefers it this way
alone, alone with his hound
About the Creator
Aaron Hodgkins
I shook my brain and out came 214 little hairballs of thought.
Contemporary poetry by
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