i can feel the changes coming

as the pressure builds inside my chest,

deep in my soul.

i rage against the inevitable,

a racing writhing that leaves me

confused and frantic,

desperate to escape.

misery grows as i acquiesce.

walking in footsteps not my own causes

pain and damage,

strips me bare,

leaves me angry.

resentment builds.

i can’t identify the source.

corporeal needs frustrate.

all i want is to be left alone

to wallow and revel in the dark confusion,

the sad bleakness that is so familiar.