Threaded Paths

I could easily
Write about
These lonely nights
Spent alone
Like every other bad writer
So spare me a minute of your time
I swear it will take me at least a lifetime
To pour out
What’s… inside
Everything
Is only one button away
One entire… second
It’s only… one… entire second
A self induced weight has been placed
On the back of those who want
To carry it
I wait, for, a glance
Anyone. Anyone?
Repeated, over these fabricated lives
Are words that only mean something
In the context of my own dark head
Those eyes and withered body of yours
Scream louder than any voice
Could ever muster