Offering to the world

I once had so much I wanted to bring to the world.

Ideas, beauty, humor, love, empathy and care.

Now I have no one who wants that from me, and no one who returns it to me.

I am undesirable to the universe. And so depressed that I can't move any longer.

I'm happy in bed. The sheets feel nice. It's 6:30 and I'll read a few sentences before I fall asleep. No one on the planet knows where I am, or thinks I may be suffering.

This as absolute silence. No voices in, no voices out.

I have this home where I'll end. Cut the phone lines…like my mother once did.

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