Neglect by Bellyache

I am disconnection.
Feeding myself neglect.
Been billowing smoke
of depressed infection.

Try to be quiet
So I can inquire
On why
There’s barbed wire
All along this pathway.

Can you see?
Who is this me?
Can’t find myself amongst all of these deceased
Moments with marred memories.
Oh, how could it be?
Trudging solely,
Watch it all sink beneath.

Did you speak?
All the frequencies lost
As I try to decipher
If I am a cipher.

Wrap myself in barbed wire.
I’m free.

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