My life is falling apart


My life is falling apart
but not in any way I know,
my vision of things unseen is blurring
the way stars do when they are forgotten about
and I see the sunrise before
it does not come. 
This is a mini disaster,
all my resources are deplete
and this corpse is never complete
they way it dances, sideways
on broken tin cans, empty. 
Please, I have got to stop,
I am chiding in my own inane
aggressors that I made up. 
In the black Spring,
I am reminded that
I am mad, 
mad as I'll ever be
in the Spring where kids ride bikes
and I'll be there
riding the thoughts of the Hittites.
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