Main Motive

In a cynical world, I cannot imagine a life ever after. Not here, not now. Not while we’re being watched by Generously, judging eyes. Their gaping brings me to reside in Mind drilling, open regret. Take off this weight as it Clouds my mind and forces My hands to tremble. The chilling strum of some distant guitar Pulls at the aching in my chest, Fanning this flame of angst. Now sitting wordlessly in icy water, I do not sense the tears that Swell and drop in tumbles Making swirls of mixed heat. I think of what I wish for and Why I’d never get it, Like a three year old pondering The undeniable unfairness of life. A question fumbles idiotically with A chemical in my brain. If I am not left this time, Who am I to leave with?