death by a thousand cuts

i often think that i gave you everything
then i am reminded i gave everything
. . . . . . . . except for what you wanted

i am too closed off

even to myself, especially to myself
i am often distant: far away. i am a
salvador dali unit of time: ephemeral

at most: it is hurtful to all who love
me: to exist in such a manner: life
goes back to the beginning: to the moment

where the broom stands on end: how do
i get back to where i am alive not a unit



Salvador Dali: Spain Art Print