casual

that i am

bursting apart at the seams

in danger of capsizing

even in my dreams

or lacking the means

to be self+sustaining,

at this time

even if,

in your view

it is

a self+inflicted wound

is worrying me

indications

of a lack of concern

that’s casual

an indifference to suffering

that’s monumental in it’s complicity

suggesting love

does not exist

anywhere

where your desires

are lacking

so, as you attack me

once again

pressing your advantage

once again

to it’s height

at the point of my greatest weakness

as i fall again,

mortally wounded

realizing

i cannot save myself

but rely again on charity

from someone

who believes in me

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