Replacement

have replaced my pen with a keyboard my dell with a mac my heart for a hole my life for a stagnant death my choices for a thing called fate A season of change and I am still the same with the same issues running in place on a treadmill works on the physical but not on the mental my presence may be forsaken but my poems can't be taken the keyboard acts like tiny little “easy buttons” that act like control rods in a nuclear reactor holding in every ****ing emotion before I explode I replace my emotions with silence because I simply can longer release the odor of that stagnant death that surrounds my being that gets held back like a kid repeating the 4th grade who never seems to learn that if you put 2 & 2 together you better get the same answer although I often do addition by subtraction with my heart whether it is a letter or a phone call saying that I am not good enough my will is stronger than any disappointment than any rejection because I will replace failure with success I will not be known as a have not or a never will be i will replace that death with life that fate to choice and my holed heart with a whole heart