Shannon Joy Wazny
The Platitude People

Just
Me
Unseen
And bleeding
Sit and watch them feed
On fresh drama and misery
Within the covenant of the platitude people
First to offer those empty words
Acid on my tongue
We've all heard
Before
Sounds
Foul
My mind
Hive of bees
Pain a floral feast
I don't belong; Sour note in song
Longing for surcease, even a temporary peace
And now all sunsets look the same
I am made of pain
Hours won't pass
Can't dream
Lies
I
Explain
Am unheard
Luster from their pores
They are Mentally keeping score
On this blood-stained stone field of the platitude people
Try to see past the illusions
Bliss of unaware
Raise my eyes
Striving
Yet
Fail
I'm sour
Decaying
Alone in my room
Remembering pain, me and doom
I am unseen in this realm have nowhere else to be
And then tomorrow's made of glue
And the next day too
I am here
I breathe
Care
Please
At last
Think of me
Find my only peace
A dark cave of drowning white noise
Litany of regret for not being unbroken