A Conversation

A Conversation

Can we talk?

“We” turns into “you”,

A pit of never ending information,

I listen attentively.

Your words swarm me,

Tell me your problems,

They only worsen mine,

Tell me your troubles,

No one can know mine.

I’m almost gone,

Sane thought shattered past fixing,

The only pieces left work together,

For your convenience.

A convenience washing over,

A dimming flame.

It’s almost gone.