Computer Whisperer
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Awoke by my fears
Not an unusual thing
Though I’ve grown weary
I’ve long hated my mind’s tendency to torment me late at night. Bringing up ancient mistakes, dragging forth unlikely scenarios, so many ways my mind finds to attack my tranquility.
Youthful memories
Comic books
Toy ray-guns
Sunlit days
Free of shoes
Sand covered toes
Burning echoes
Of the first-girl-I-loved’s
Bemusement
And resultant mockery
I wonder
Why suffering
Delights us so?
Such cruelty divides us
A charred gulf bearing
Smoldering rubble
Remnants of hope
So many memories of this journey called life. Painful ones sometimes rise up, reminding me of their place in my mind, my psyche. Hints of underlying angers and frustrations, damage done.
Facing down my fears
Resisting despair’s summons
Living by my terms
​Frustrations arise
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Frustrations pounding
Cruely dissecting my faults
Mountain air saves me
Funny humans,
The only part of this
Universe that flails
And rages, expecting
Full control of this
Immensity.