Questions

They must be obscure,
I lose my thoughts in their letters
My footing unsure

They must be obtuse
Willing me to sink knee deep
Miring my mind

What must they ask
They know me already. They wait in the shadows.
I'm helpless

Your designs are the solution.
Your solutions are my question
Your trap interrogates, crushes, and sighs.

Fatigue

I'm being hunted.
By thoughts
chasing me interminably towards a void

Useless. Endless. Mindless
Hours parked static
Waiting for that final pounce.

I won't join the party
I'll tuck myself away for now
Quietly behind you

Little animal noises

Sometimes it's overrated to be human.
Baser instincts prevail and it all starts seeping out
And then rushes in a torrent of emotional release.

And now
Drained and damaged it's time to put on a human face again
Play along
Suck it up
And be what I must.

And be what I will