The Desire to DesireA Poem by CyberbaboonI've been in kind of a rut lately. What's it like to want something? I don't know. Easily satisfied, I guess. And yet...
I don't really understand.
Wanting, I mean. A numbness fills my nerves at the thought. Not like I never cared, though. Tears shed across long dried out skin. Are you still there? Someone? Anyone? Hello? Catatonic, meaningless, lifeless. Someone? Anyone? Can you hear me? Only a mirror greets me. I perceive nothing. Only the reflection of dull electronic lights shimmering on a couch. Mind and soul filled with wriggling worms, warning me to stop whilst pushing me forward. Stop. Move. Act. Be. Pretend. Pet? Partner? Friend? I don't really care. Someone? Anyone? Tell me you're... All-consuming noise. You never need much, do you? No. You're a nice person, aren't you? Yes. Would you like me to- No, thanks. Nothing ever changes. Nothing I want. Nothing I need. Nothing I seek. Nothing I greet. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing? Nothing. No. I pick up my pen. I write a line; The Desire to Desire. God, that sounds stupid. I don't care. Irony chuckles. Overtaking thoughts fill my head. I keep writing amidst, choking on sobs. I write more. I write; I write more. I stop. Numb limbs start moving like wriggling worms, warning me to stop whilst pushing me forward. Stop. Move. Act, Be, Pretend. ...No. The clock ticks. Now or never. Thus I stop. Thus I move. Thus... I push myself forward.
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