This time

This time there will be no poetry

No songs, no tearful prose

No floating into thoughtscape as I

stare at the tiny lights that play

across the walls of my dark room.


No, this time will be dry.

Functional, minimal, standard.

Only the necessary detachment procedures

as I relish the realization

of having got over emotion.


This time I can save time

for the things that count

work, produce, live as before

and revel in my growing strength

as weakness dies an early, sad death in me.

3 thoughts on “This time

      1. Of course. But just wait for emotion/weakness/whathaveyou to come sucker-punch you when you least expect it.

        PS Weakness counts too, or you wouldn’t be human in quite the same way.


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