Left to the buzzards
waiting
waiting for something
hope
atonement
closure
an explanation
waiting
waiting
feelings of
sadness
longing
wanting to be wanted?
not needing to be needed?
what is wanting
what is needing
whatever happened to
kinship
the simple joy
of existing together
when existence itself is unsure
blank
fuzzy
clouded
everything runs together
there are no lines anymore
just fuzz
and
bland blank existence

This is shit
no metaphors
no literary grandeur
basic principles