The Newsfeed

Slowly, but surely, I will
whittle you down, til
no more negativity
blasts to mind's
peripheral vision,

and

Incrementally, I will
diminish your status in
unfollowing and unliking
the power that once held
sway to my thirsting eyes
and seeking mind

and at last
I will have peace to anchor
these bones, and begin to sew
back spirit & soul

I am constantly weeping.
There is an unknown ocean
in the depths of my core
and as I get older, the more
those waters rise, rise, rise
up to the ceiling of my self
and spill over into the reading
of an article online - listening
to another heart & soul break -
when my bones don't know
why it walks this blessed/cursed
earth.

I don't understand the weeping.
It's tied to the roots of sadness
and anger, but somehow wound
up in the branches of happiness
and satisfaction - this constant
dripping from this deep dark
ocean is at times a boulder
on my body - and in a whiplash -
a cathartic knife for my soul.

But I weep not alone.