Albatross
Playing games all weekend
locked in the silence of this room
don't play innocent with me
I'm so over this humanity
stale with a finite moment
stained with expelled air
where is the humor in all of this?
these moments aren't so hilarious any more
This most certainly isn't how I wish to feel
at this moment in my life
Mom's death completely fractured this family
like a dropped mirror
seven more years of hard labor
and my sister's fake fiasco wedding
was just the icing on the cake
now I'm the odd man out
strung along with a head full of doubt
watching my face inflate with hate
and deflate back down again
my former sister
going through the motions
is concerned about my lost weight
these sunken cheeks,
hollowed out eyes
I will continue to reduce
to lose this sphere of negativity
that cleaves to this white neck
like some albatross
on a personal vendetta
with secretive knowledge
known only to its self
mathiasthom
written 2/8/10
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