I let go before you do

unnerving
She whimpered, “Please don’t leave me”, crying.
Don’t ask me why I’m shying.
I’m not,
I’m enjoying,
Watching,
Observing,
You all do your thing.
You, know,
That ever busy looking,
Nothing.
That empty, emotionless,
Prattling.
The lippy, conversational,
Entertaining.
Leave me in my ring,
Of reserved fire,
Burning,
Blue flames,
Belting,
Orange flicker, furnace,
Melting.
Leave me inward,
Turning,
I know, it’s;
Disturbing,
Watching, waiting,
Luring,
Like a cat at a mouse hole,
Waiting,
For something,
Attempting,
To draw me out of my,
Un-belonging,
But I’m unrelenting,
I won’t sing,
I won’t bring,
I wont fling,
So stop pecking,
I’m content in this detached state,
Just being.
I’m satisfied, not coming out,
Remaining,
In this skin.
But what are YOU offering?
What are you,
Bringing?
Anything?
Like I thought, empty emotionless prattling.
-W.E.

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