Death

Disgust, covered by decorum, masked by want of normalcy
Disgust, a wild sea of untranslatable emotions
Disgust, failure, wanting....waining into wanting
of
something more than I have in me,
something more than can be,
something, something;
nothing here.
-crap-
I haven't been this depressed since
those days when life was still fresh, new, and foreign.

I haven't been this confused since
those nights when I wrote my philosophies.




A friend of mine died.

Disgust. Something. Nothing.