Foolish pencil operator

nauseating disgust at your own entitlement ?

a humiliating sympathy for your weaker self?

the cry for bare minimum affection from

someone who only has disappointments to feed you?

just tell me am i going to get your heart?

no mundane promises

no ordinary human words

or do we keep living

without desire

without resentment

without revolt

we don’t have time

we are growing old

this is our last chance

please be bold,for once.

for being so spoiled and mean

icy wind melts my bones. some

stand with nothing between them and the wind.

disappointments?

love? a starvation that will make you eat anything

ache that will never be known to god

so what you pray for?

an end of this eternal change

a miracle that never

really learned your name

you bow your head

as if its a pleasurable kink

mouth full of demands with eyes that sink

brain trained to beg before it learned to think

if you haven’t figured out yet

then again you need to think

the silence is your god’s answer

that carried you patiently to the brink.