Everybody Else

Everybody Else

Everyone else
I used to know

Some fond faces
I don’t know
If I’ll see
Again

Some cut ties
Some hate or lies
Among other things

Deciding the reason
Excisions were keeping
Webs of networks apart

Pacified egos
Starving the soul
And depriving
Even simple things

Like a throat
To speak with

Everyone else
I don’t think about

Everyone else
Has a life, too

All the people
I’ve forgotten
And the names
I haven’t seemed

To somehow let
Cross my mind

Twidling my thumbs
On the new smartphone

Cutting ties
Doesn’t satisfy
Anything
Useful

Starving the soul
Feeding the ego
An echo chamber

Re-established
With a new throat

Time to sit down
On a stool in a
Dim room
And nurse the wounds

Pride
Ego
Confidence
Sanctity

What rules?

Everyone else
Doesn’t seem to
Have a throat

So how do we grow?

Are the things we
Say all illusory?

I wish I could say
But I can’t
Because
I have no known
Throat

I’m silent in the
Basement
Stitching up the holes

I’m sitting on a stool
Staring at new blood

This epiphany

It’s time to reestablish
With everybody else

Feed the soul
Starve the ego

Let join the two grafts
Of self and unself

Let the new blood scar

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