Month: February 2016

It is not caring

I would say
that I’m fading
that’s not true.
I am stiffening.
I am becoming
a statue…
not even in monument
to any former self,
or glory,
but to my current malaise;
this frozen-form
that mars me.
Nothing feels worth anything,
besides the obvious needs
and my immediate blood,
it’s just an open void
stretching out ahead
and being approached
at a snails pace.