a simpler collection

distracting thoughts

deep and dark, lost of me but not mine
dripped lungs; burning eyes
i was the small distraction waiting to implode from a fragment of impossibility,
slipped up; table tongue
fewer and fewer they distanced themselves away from the grieving i always seem to condone
missed the memo; distracted disturbance
you moved so slow, such a menacing way, stoic.
i waited for your words to emit from your
lost-in-a-far-off-trance daze,
your decadent-grief-by-heartache excuse, but most of all your sat-home-without-my-sanity
glare.
disconnected traveler; lukewarm admirer
i shake it out, act like it's nothing
do nothing, say nothing.
distanced emotions fill up the closeness of the
fresh face carried by unassured youth
empathy staircase; pleading grace
distorted views of the society east, storming through worlds with an open sense of ease
they wished a sorrowful presence on an unlike being, a whirling notice of impurity