I'm angry

I'm hollow

I'm hurt

I'm heavy

I can't keep my head up any longer.

These waves, 

These maddening tides,

Drag me under 

          again

        and again

And I feel that soon

I will drown.

I have nothing new to offer

But these ghosts of old wounds

That haunt my skin, my thoughts,

Scars I did nothing to earn.

I cry

I laugh

I stare

I break

I used to pretend

But it f*cks up my Zen

Surrounded by all

Of these Barbies and Kens

With Photoshopped lives

All shiny and thin

Importance defined

By what they

Keep their

Things

In

A reckoning's coming

I just don't know when-

I'll reassess my selfies

And Instagram "friends"

Do I flush out my life

With a spiritual cleanse?

Or...

Ride to faux sunset

In an Insta-fake Benz?

Surgeon General's Warning:

Synthetic society's

Material-driven variety

Builds widening disparities

'Tween wants and eternal verities...

Which may cause-

Blindness

Numbness

Redress

Bad breath

And soul death...lol?

Loving you

Was the worst

Thing i did.

Build me up

Help me heal

Destroy me.

You helped me

See the light

Then, darkness.

My world is

Black shadows.

No more light.

I don't see

Color now.

Black and white.

Help me, lord

See the light

Once again.