Abandonment

This is a theme that spans lifetimes.

I am reminded of what begets expectation.

It is a series of needly points inside the left portion of my chest.

It cannot be soothed by the skin of another.

It cannot be moved by the voice of a brother.

It cannot be saved by the tire in my soul, or the limp in my bowl, or the stop of my roll.

It cannot be stopped by the words of a friend

Or the turn of a bend

Or the light at the end.

It seems that to mend

It

Or send

It

Away,

Would be to rend

It

From me forcibly.

Or lend it to powdery installments of sanity,

To make sense of it briefly.

I've been shut out

Broken down

Left to drown

In my own toxicity

Care not for a sponge

Not a dollop of ignorance

This bliss we all fight to maintain

It brings us all down

Not to date, but to frown

At our own capabilities therein.

And here in my mind

I get scared all the time

That someone'll find

That

It

Has

Never left me.