Inner Dialogue

It starts with a notion.
It shatters and spreads over time.
Sits within the subconscious.
It festers and brews just fine.
His thoughts percolate
Great ideas are lost in mind.
The words are repeated.
The words are perfected.
But the words aren’t nothing but words.
The life is affected.
The life is tormented.
Purposefully, because one must know sorrow.
I am these and I let my mind hurt sit and wallow.
I’m not here nor there, just here.
I feel the pain to live a pain of sorrow.

The feeling of contempt.

The thought of nothingness.

The executive decision.

Done. Good. Better off.