'A Life Alone' Poem by Forrest Barden

Once again, a day alone...
As it was meant to be....
And so, as it has always been,
I alone befriended me....
And lent to me the company
I so desperately need and desire.
A requirement for the exiled
To survive in this world of denial....
Perseverance despite rejection
Effects a mans affections
And can send him in twisted directions;
Inflection overpowers intention...
Co-dependane is soliloquy
Through harmonious monogamy....
And whats just started killing me
Is the lack of melody and virtuosity.
What happened to honesty?
Was it lost at sea and never found?
I'm astounded by the poundage
of soundless sickness, which abounds...
a resonation that drowns
in its own muffled f@%$ing undertones...
unspoken tokens of open tomes
broken like horridly porous bones...

Once again, a day alone...
As it was meant to be...
And so, as it has always been,
I reject attention sent to me.
I deny emotion spent on me
In a perpetually superficial setting...
Perplexed by the inane intentions
Of greedy wretches professionally pretending
To be professing unending
And undying unintended commitment...
With lips bent into fake smiles that have
Dried like cement, now conflicted...
Thus, my affliction...
Can you perceive my precarious position?
Can you believe my heraclitian condition?
Can you please shut the hell up to listen?
we each have only so many mental provisions,
the excision of which is simply decisive division
of men and women driven to self-inflicted incisions;
this is the gap in the mind; this is the schism....
and i live within it...
thus, depressed, i digress and turn to stone.
humbled by only the unknown
i progress, yes.... I leave to go....

Once again, a day alone...
as it shall always be...
and so, just as it began,
my life will end with me...