An Empty Ocean Poem by Robert Burgan

Spilling memories into the universe
My conversations with higher realms
Consider this a goodbye, a reboot or a memoir to my former self
I ingested you for so long
You got spit from my dimension and found your place
Some nights I sit and wonder what you look like
I define your face with drops of ink leaking into a somber landscape
You are a little doll, I still see you through kaleidoscopes
But when the twists and turns got overbearing
I lent you sorrow for five years or so
Maybe it's me, maybe it's just too damaged to fix
Maybe it's another cognitive distortion
I'm still lonely baby
I can't give up and I refuse to quit
My ego falsifies my credo my feeble mind can die in limbo
The sequel to my last crescendo a hopeless loathsome song
Recited by a boyhood trickle
Simple things get complicated
Complicated things get sucked inside
The inside gets doused in gasoline
The end of my rope drops me back in time

These pieces represent my weakness
Or maybe they represent my strength
Either way they keep me logical
I've always been delusional can't you tell?
I feel small but I react like I'm the size of space
Line on the concrete a picture drawn without a flaw
Chalk marks get washed away by rain
I'm the name that sits in the past
You are the only thing left to draw
I sit perched in an ocean of emptiness
Wanting to be your hero
I'll save the day!
But I can't fight those wars anymore
War never ends and I never change
This is it; I'll skydive into your love
But you don't love me anymore
I have to accept that no matter how beautiful it was.