Out of Sorts
Online, yet out of sorts
reconnecting with family and friends
talking to the walls again
forget any emotional support
way past the end
Seeing their photos
of husbands and wives,babies
posting pictures of myself
that nobody ever notices
Want to know my inner most thoughts?
sorry, can't be bought
then again,3 martinis later
reminiscing and shocking
pretty much any listener
gullibility is my forte
Here is a confession:
yes I am
to whatever you imply
or think I should be
a closed book
is not an open story
therefore my means
are beyond traps and schemes
Finding it rather sad
holding conversations
with an older cousin
whom I barely know,
yet a brother
couldn't even be bothered
just for the record
thought you should know
mathiasthom
written 11/21/10
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