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Never Apologize

He’ll never apologize,
No matter how much
Suffering and havoc he’s caused,
Incapable of admitting wrongdoing,
Unable to expose that part of him
That drives his every move,
A weeping wound
That never heals,
An unraveling tear
In the fabric of his self,
Dictating every reaction
To every perceived attack,
No one allowed to
See it in all its fragility.

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Desperation

He can’t do it,
It would mean
Going down a path
Leading in an altogether
Unsavory direction
He would never
Consider but for
His desperation.

String

A summer morning,
Standing on a
Balcony inhaling
Quiet air.

Headphones on,
Listening to the
Song that makes
Him yearn.

A string of days
Blur into each other,
Slumped on a couch
Without a hope.

Receptacles

I go to darker places
Where people avert
Their gazes and hastily
Usher themselves to
The safety of their
Unexamined existences.
I live on the fringes,
Stoking questions others
Lock away in airtight
Receptacles,
Attempted smothering.
I am difficult to behold,
A gruesome blight on a
Beautiful artificial landscape,
Searing with veracity
Unacknowledged.

Dehumanized

Once he had
Dehumanized them
In his mind,
He was able to rationalize
Any abominable act,
False piety
Obscuring any
Remaining misgivings,
A brutal harshness
Familiar to him and
His accessories,
Furthering the cause.

Unignorable

They sit across
From each other,
Neither knowing
What to say, or
When it might be
Appropriate to
Bring it up,
That thing they’ve
Been avoiding,
The one that has
Gotten so big,
Unwieldy,
Unignorable.

Passing the Time

As if they had
Never thought of
Another person
For any reason,
They continued to
Do things that
Adversely affected
Others but that
At no time entered
Their consciousness
Given that the only
Modus operandi they
Understood was to
Purposelessly exist
From moment to moment,
Passing the time before
Reaching their
Expiration date,
Leaving behind
Absolutely nothing
Of any consequence.

Ghastliness

Misery seeks its own level,
Infirm ghouls gather together
Celebrating their ghastliness,
Projecting onto others
What they know to be true
About themselves but
Desperately try to hide,
Hysterically lashing out at anyone
Who sees through the ruse,
Soused in fear,
Animate wounds
Perverting truth and decency
To avoid feeling the same pain
They’ve inflicted on others for so long.

Their Divorce

It was around the time of
Their divorce that he began
Taking an inordinate interest
In his children.
Where he had once been
Absent and aloof,
He now regarded the situation as
A quest for justice
In the face of immoral oppression,
His desires superseded by
Data, history, and common sense,
A jilted ex-spouse fuming at
Having his privilege revoked.
He founds an organization
Dedicated to supporting
His dubious cause.