I shake I feel a missing
leg, an error in me, my mind, pain
as I sit here, there in the past,
in the present, never could I sit still
without the wrongness/pain of my perceptions
causing the inability to accept the now
Resistance, him, her, them, us
all, everything, the world
Incomplete hole, gap
that pains and drives me crazy
is it sexual? Luring me to a spot
then another spot, then another
deception, concealing its intentions
A disease that breaks, destroying he bridge
the hope to arrive, to find, unloved, unlovable
moments of release only to come back to reality
its reality hurting me trying to get away from its imprisonment,