A touch
I bleed
you see me
in my deeds
nothing but
dust from
a half breed,
cloned
copied
xeroxed rather
sloppy,
the lines don’t
match,
the edges
blurred,
the words
now fuzzy
no longer stir
you to action,
but enforce
the laissez-faire,
as you sit back
in your chair
listen to the sound
of your lungs
taking air,
let the world
disappear in
the mist,
let it pass
you by,
let it leave you be
alone in your solace,
waiting patiently
waiting for the nothing
you once knew,
the nothing you’ve
always known,
awaiting for it’s
homecoming,
silent as stone