I (the poem)
Jan 6, 2024
the imagination of loneliness:
dialectics of my spirit.
it is the will to know
which seems to echo,
with millions of words
in my head.
hear two people talk,
and they know the essence of loneliness.
i’ve been with a million
and been by myself (together).
although i have not had
three-day migraine headaches,
i know what it is to talk to someone
and feel like you’re not.
they walk in two
always.
always alone.
always.
and i want them to know
what it is like to crouch in the corner
talk to yourself.
and learn to say:
i shall will it.
i know. i know.
it is in these times that i.
i.
Written by Vileness Metasux Fats
I am the crow of desperation/I need no fact or validation/I scramble in the dust of a failing nation
