obligation

i have not the

luxury

to dream of

death

that final phase that

bolstered breath

that moment when it

all has left

but i've left now

i'm broken

i cannot dream of 

sweet escape

of wretched wrench

or

sweetened scrape

i cannot feed that

fettered snake

of moment gone

to break

pity me not

i am so great

among the greats I've

sealed my fate

i have not loss

or lust of slate

for i have gone

unspoken

would i be just once alone

alone with what I

might have known

for when it's gone

and when I've grown

far past the

thoughts i

owned

i tried to plant a sickened tree

but bore its fruits

and bore its fee

and now for now I try to see

all that

that could not

be

i care

you think i am a 

narcissist

you wonder if that's

true

you wonder why my

feelings

feelings

don't belong to

you

you wonder why my

thoughts

are not 

of red and

roses

violets blue

you wonder and

you ponder and

you

fruitlessly cons

-true

and so allow me to

enlighten you

my pompous pratty friend

allow me for

a moment to

beleaguer you

to

a bend

and if it stands to

reason

reason

standing on the 

mend

i hate to have to tell you

and i hate to have this

penned

but here we are my

darling

and here we are my

dear

i care an awful lot about

those people

child person

that I rear

and so you must

excuse me

if I do not

shed a tear 

for your sorrows and

your troubles and

i do not lend an 

ear

you've sensed a whole and

lofty truth

thought of it

stare a few

i care a lot my darling

i just 

don't care

a lot

for you.