Epitaph:
Farewell.
Goodbye.
This is the epitaph for the man I used to be.
A broke-ass logging town hick,
Wearing holed-up t-shirt hand me downs.
Daydreaming away my years in books and video games,
Lost in translation between neurodiverse,
And factory style education.
Social outcast even amongst the outcasts.
A mask as fluid as water.
This is an epitaph for the boy I used to be.
Wrapped up in blanket traumas and endless Starcraft, Halo, and WoW to waste the time between flirtatiously shortened sleeps.
Wishing for death every second day.
Wielding intellect like a knife,
Point out in defense.
Sarcasm loaded two barrels at a time.
And all sawn up.
This is an epitaph to the creature I used to be.
Taming a feral dreamer’s spirit,
To push through the system designed to kill you.
Reading Bradbury and Vonnegut and Wilde.
Asimov and Kipling and Kay.
Wishing reality away in entirety.
Seeking any connection save for “close.”
Who did you die for?
Before locked away in psyche,
Exchanged for a solemn song.
Anxieties pressed down in robotic buzzing.
Concentration tamed with coffee pots.
A pause.
How might I resurrect you?
For I have need of you again,
My future lies strewn across lost valleys,
That you no longer recognize,
And which I could never bear to remember.
I have lost my way.
And you always knew the path.
