I Might Just Quit
When divinity isn’t divine
May I divine my own fate?
Morality isn’t moral
Must I still be a patron?
When divinity isn’t divine
May I divine my own fate?
Morality isn’t moral
Must I still be a patron?
Recurring
Always
Recurring
Because the
Prompt
Is always there
Redundant
And obtuse
And I can’t
Make it
Leave
Go die.
Go die in a hole somewhere
All alone.
I don’t mean that.
But I do
Wish
You would leave me alone-
Leave me alone and
Free from your company.
Go die.
No.
Don’t.
But please stop
Killing
Me.
All the things I cannot say
Forbidden
There is little tolerance for
My need to shout
To scream to you my whims
My knowledge
Intuition
I am always right
And you tried to muffle me
I was right
And now I know
But I cannot say what
Forbidden
For fear of repercussions
For even the most outlandish
And outspoken
Must know
Tact
How long has it been?
Drowning in the millennia
Of a few terse hours
It hasn’t been lengthy
Just time-consuming
How rational is it
To remember and
Forget?
To feel right-side up
After so much vertigo?
How did the time
Pass?
Black and somber
A year of mourning
But only a fraction
Of a sunny afternoon
Bury me
I am replaceable
Bury me
I had no investment
Bury me
I wasn’t committed
Bury me
And then choose
Your excuse
And see if
When heard
It rings true
My words slur together
Unusually
And instantly I want
To bite them back
I, the constant critic,
But they are flamboyantly
Inefficient and misplaced
And I cannot
Swallow them
Clumsy words
Trip instead
Choking me
And they fumble
And they tumble
Over the acceptable
Limits of my
Perfectionist speech
Chastening my
Tongue for its
Impropriety
I thought there would be more
I thought there would be more to say
But there isn’t
Time passes
It has past
And there isn’t more
I am
Your very pillars
Your very walls
Without me
You might fall
But
You might not
Your ancillary support
Isn’t primary
After all
And
Replaceability
Is becoming
On one such as myself.