caricature

learning and leeching onto life
causing such fright, not even at night
night is the time to feel, it gnaws through the day
time corrodes into tiny caricatures carrying the course of life; i, a mere puppet to who i was
allowing myself to feel what i never felt
dull, somber aching in my heart for what?
it is trivial to ask questions i haven’t answered
daily sobbing silently into myself succumbing
to the weak woman i’m revealing myself to be