I'm constantly waiting for a new set of two,
Numb from this slewed set of screws.
Heart and soul broken like the unspoken emotion, corrosion.
Yet, I rise from the past,
My mind slashed and bashed through the contrast of her bombastic existence.
Somehow, I live with it.
It's not too long until I'm begone,
For my future holds much more when I'm withdrawn.



Thursday 2 September 2021