Tristan Robert Lange
Funneled into Nothing
Some people say I am rather deep, dramatic and, even more so, terribly wordy.
I suppose this is true when they are around to see and hear me speak aloud;
When they are around—when—as if they are really ever around me at all.
They’re not. During that time I work alone, I walk alone, I talk alone—
At least in my head—I feel like I am the walking dead lumbering
Leaden-like as I haunt my own hallways, spook my own screen.
The words I utter are desperate drawings in my mind,
Pictures that portray a truth I try to suppress—
I feel shame for the thoughts I trap within—
So that I can keep wearing this façade,
This makeup that hides this joker
From this weaponized world.
But when people come
I talk nervously
Because I
Cannot
Stop it.
Epic
Fail.
Just
Drop
It.
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