No Answer

Do you hear, all the words I say?
My deficit growling back each day.
Adapted through your twisted eyes,
Starvation of my soul will rise.

You’ve coloured in the numbers wrong,
Which serves the horrors to prolong.
It seems your world’s impervious,
Thus, my world appears perilous.

Alone we sit, repeating words,
Feathers lost from fluttering birds.
If only heard, some sense may come,
Language fails ‘gainst this beating drum.

Expectation breeds failure,
Narratives of behaviour.
In my self the answer beckons,
Shrouded with pretend rejections.

Weight of life’s fictional ballast,
Confronted stories fade to past.
Solitude’s comfort supports me,
The only one to set me free.