I Never Really Met You
We were never introduced to one another
Properly or otherwise.
You hid in the background
Stepping out of the shadows for less time
Than the flick of a flame
Shuddering from the cold
Stare of impending consequence.
You braised consciousness whenever bristled
Convicting for pleasure
Condemning self-worth in exchange
For insanity upon the endless field of battle
Weighing the value of invisibility
And silence within the realm
Against innocence and youth.
You held me within boundaries untouched
Rhymed or reasoned.
My interest in the why would wane
Once the freshness of pique became apparent
And wonderment took a backseat
To the inevitability of psychologic
Discretion on my welfare.
I never really met you before I found you
Feigning misdirection.
Rhetorically abounding
Amidst confusitory extensions of reality
Designed wholly to disintegrate
The possibility that I could ever
Consciously survive on my own.
M Kurt Benjamin
11/05/2019
