Was I ever in the know?
Did my feelings ever show?
Did my feelings ever show?
Were my eyes red like blood?
Did their arid cracks flood?
Was I there biting my nails?
Was I spinning off the rails?
Did I deny I ever cried?
Did I act like you never lied?
Did I sacrifice my own heart—
No more beating—blown apart?
But that was never enough—
It became impossibly tough
To keep walking in single file,
To even care to run one mile
More
For an apparatus at its core,
A clanking cog-court, making more.
Let that tidbit settle the score—
And, no matter how you implore—
Your presence is such a goddamn bore.
Take your leave—you know the door.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 23, 2026.
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A powerful poem of oneself . Your poem revolves around personal pain, existential questioning, and the realization that relationships can become burdensome. The poet questions their own feelings and actions, hinting at a deeper investigation into the nature of trust, love, and self-sacrifice. Well written, I feel the pain the image speaks for it all.
Wow, heavy, hard hitting. You put it all on the table.
My take away is a relationship gone south.
Doh! The only apparatus Popeye has is spinach! glug!
I like this fighting talk, once you own you nobody can mess with you! Oh these are lyrics my friend. 🌹
Existential thought and the door is always available to those that do not get along with the idea
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