PLEASE

 

Moments slide by and I am left suffocated in self. When will it abandon itself, and just, leave me alone? 

 

I’m going to do my best to be silent.

 Try to be benign in it.

 I’m going to ask myself to breathe.

 To try, and want, to believe.

 

 If I do my best to squander,

 Tiny voices, screaming.

The hurt, might hurt, somewhat fonder,

 and maybe stop the bleeding.

 

Our circles come to find us.

 Lending selves warm skin.

 I'm left lonely, breathless.

Her heart is caving in.

 

Vultures on the sidewalk,

 not yet reaching death.

Wanting sadness, less the talk

 devouring me breath.