Twelfth Year

Posted: February 26, 2018 in Uncategorized

In the twelfth year of relative solitude my 105,120th hour
spent largely in the company of no one but myself…

…I find myself growing more and more eccentric
prickly un-self-expressive less patient…

…when others express themselves aptly or ineptly
less desirous of their company either way.

My unpracticed mouth mangles words used too infrequently
…my eyes water too easily at the slightest expression of love or friendship…

…my heart aches too quickly at slights and criticisms and thoughtlessness…
I am too quick to anger and too tired to craft adequate apologies.

Comments
  1. Herbert says:

    Oh, fear chrissake, “Anonymous” left his name off.

    Like

  2. Anonymous says:

    Couldn’t have said it better yourself. Aren’t you due for a trip northward?

    Like

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