Sometimes I'm here.
you can touch me
smell me
feel me
see me
sometimes I'm there.
can't speak
so on edge
lost in disruption
but you still see me.
it's nothing personal
just that I miss the base
the message never transmits
or comes out wrong
all garbled and incoherent
my thoughts, not quite apparent
and there my mind sits.
watching me, a lost fuck
trying to make sense.
of his screw ups and his muck
then I return to the mess that I created
of sound mind again
to realize its all related.
and I'm not sure what to do.
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