we dine on stale flesh of cold desire
drinking thin bodied
watered down wine of
remorse
sitting in grey studio apartments overlooking
a world
which looks down on us
–
looking up with hope
–
gazing to the future
–
stuck in a present
which longs for a past
which never existed
–
i wear the rose tinted shades of a man with no opportunities
finding comfort in skewed memories and bold faced lies
i lost my voice in the echo chamber of other people’s ideologies
waiting in silence for a turn that may not be had
–
i am bitter with silent rage
an adolescent angst
–
i fear what is to come
and
doubt my capabilities
–
so i’ll blame you