Meandering Towards Oblivion

What’s the point of meandering
if we’re only going to end up back here?

where your head remains on fire and your heart pounds
for no other reason than your complete lack of satisfaction
with anything
you’ve ever done
in your entire life.

Stay here,
right here,
undulating between time and nonexistence
while melancholy marches on
and anxiety floats off
in search of someone
with enough self-worth
to hate themselves for hating themselves.

-December 1, 2021

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