Divided Attention

Wrestle. Wrestle. 

Inwardly. 

Break the vessel. 

A chance to speak

A chance to be heard

I take the risk

Then all goes amiss

Inevitable interruption

It’s every time

My story is designed

To be stifled

Wives and kiddos

Narcissism and cries

Everything works 

To shut me up

And I concede

Lose my steam

I succumb 

To earths’ interference

My story can fester

Inside. Within. Below. 

It’s all mine. By design

If only it weren’t 

If only it weren’t.

I know this place

All too well 

All too well