Relapses

By , Canoga Park, CA
They buzz and pester like a hungry fly
Returning at regular intervals to irritatingly lolligag inside my hopeless, stagnant mind
And feed on the irrationality of my pain

And, as if I'm not already pathetic enough
I welcome them
I welcome the remnants of my fantasizing
Artifacts of the future that quickly became the past before I got to know it
The one that lost its wings before it ever took flight

Because they're all I have left.





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