It’s not just my life anymore.
I share this body.
Her purpose is to allow me to overextend myself.
Like an imaginary friend…
But less childish.
She has a purpose.
She allows me to rest in the fog.
Where I feel safe and restored.
No one asks for real me anyway.
So here I am, becoming a recluse within my own body.
She is imaginary, sure…
But I am willing to share this life, anyway.
And let her take on my memories.
So I can rest, comfortably.
So I can rest, selfishly.
Though Spring's on Her way;
it's a gloomy day,
and I feel somewhat depressed.
I've looked for the sun,
and yet I've seen none;
today mirrors all the rest.
The birds aren't singing;
for Winter's clinging,
and the sky's stained somber grey.
The air feels chilly;
it may sound silly,
but I fear Winter may stay.
There is not much snow,
just an inch or so;
but April is near its end.
When Winter won't budge,
Sol gives Her a nudge;
so She'll not overextend.
Spring's brush, dipped in green;
will dapple the scene,
while wildflowers add color.
But with only white,
and no buds in sight:
Winter seems even duller.
Climate change and sad times are heading our way
global warming is here, and it's here to stay.
Oceans are rising; time is ticking away,
we didn't listen to what science had to say,
and gambled our future for-profit and play.
We refuse to treat our planet as we should,
yet blantly spread the lie that all is good.
And giving little credence to brotherhood,
we are only concerned with our neighborhood.
Children go hungry in a world of plenty,
as the rich drain the poor, penny by penny,
consuming all, leaving little, if any.
The gun has replaced the dog as Man's best friend
and we won't abandon them; wars never end.
Hurricanes are morphing into monstrous storms.
Still, no one listens to scientists today;
we clear jungles to meet our demand for wood.
Planet-wide pollution caused by so many
continues to rise as we overextend;
soon, saturation will establish new norms.
I scan friends' faces to recognize a friend,
though few comprehend.
Everything I need to know is in their face,
to shun or embrace.
Stifled smiles and constant frowns leave telltale signs,
non-verbal guidelines.
Love's subtle creases, creases a caring face,
where smiles interlace.
While many just pretend or overextend,
I scan friends' faces to recognize a friend.
Speak in truth but thy riddles hold,
catch thy tounge that be it so bold.
Overextend intended reality,
face to face with a technicality.
Demons chatter while voices haunt,
hate is everything that continues to taunt.
Despair in grasping thy visions,
in hope of making the rite decisions.
Bouncing between, something so small,
envisioning lifes long hall.
Cometh to me now i command,
into my misery come and stand.
Bleed thy sins sacrifice to thee,
inherit what comes to be.
Take its hand, cold and ridged,
everything breaks because its fridged.
Down below and up above,
awaits a infinate hell of love.
Around the way into the center,
becomes the door you will never enter.
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