I’m in a stage of

by annex50

Complacency;

Twisted tight

but upright.

I’ve pushed too hard,

pulled myself inside,

looped in thoughts;

I’ve done nothing

but tie strings.

I am

in a stage of

rage,

a beaten path;

Squawking too much.

I hear you

and don’t care

for you are

too simple.

Shut up!

I’m in

a stage of besiegement

with doldrums.

Clang, clang

same bass.

I’m  blasted and

trigger-happy with blood

on my own

hands.

I’m in a

real messy

stage;

not to be scorned

for I have learned

so much

Here is

not there,

I have so much

to laugh at.

Drums?

Circles?

I’m in a stage

of disbelief

that I am in this mess;

this convoluted ripple

disguised in a puddle

from whence the rain

dropped first.

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