Again.

are you sad today also?
the day is late yet it looks undone
gray gray fading.
i'm pressed.
who would frame a weed?
eyes still swollen
anger. alternates. apathy.
blotchy cheeks- release to numbness.
with every song that falls upon my ears...
dissodence and failure
each brushstroke observed
each word, read and bound
each bite, taken and tasted
i am surrounded by all that i cannot do
cannot have
cannot be
beauty is fleeting
there is no place for me here.
is this familiar to you?

my world is composed of cannot