Frozen in a numbness
That fear can’t allude.
Where does one turn to
When contacts are scarce?
Numbers change without any
Warning. Living in
A pressure cooker
Ready to pop. The
Tension and distance
Push and pull, I just
Want to fly away,
From all that steals my
Spiritual energy, sucks
My creative drive,
Leaves my wallet dry.
I must vacate my
Long-time home, if not
You’ll just stay there free-
Loading, I am done.
I see you as you are.
Just another vampire.
I’m gone, mind, body,
Soul. I’m not yours anymore.
Perfectly Human 