Final Thoughts

A Different Therapy
What will you do in the future?
I see nothing
Why are you so lonely?
I am content
What do you see in the world?
I see you

Your smiles, hellos, and I love yous
Exchanges met emptily with like replies
The difference between that and waving, nonexistent
In a trance, you pass days with pleasantries
Simple gestures masked as passion and production
The practice of which makes you dollies and shelves
To me, you are a wave crashing into a wall
Like cattle to the slaughter
You have the disposition of meat

In my garden

What was?
A thing I had
It kept me warm and happy

What is?
The things I have
They keep me content

What will be?
That thing that makes me humble

I bury it deep

Its point sharp, its purpose to cut deep
The blood its drawn, my own
That which I didn't know I had
Being used in ways I don't want
An ugly mirror to what is inside

For your comfort, I put it away
For my comfort, I keep it close