in the loop,
i am frantic.
a marionette twisted,
jumping, dancing.
with eyes crazed, glazed
by nights just passing,
to days and lights
my psyche harassing.

i try to slow
it all. stop.
but it pulls harder
tightens the knot,
so i drop it fast.
and when asked, i forgot.
i say it’s okay,
but it’s probably not.

so now here,
i am flying.
my surroundings
are melting, dying.
all hate, berate me,
leave me sighing,
for it’s “damn that one specifically.
damn him for trying.”

-m.p. 12/16/2015