the wilderness of my       soul has a
chasm of boulders        deep and jagged
the trees bent            by merciless
winds as              they drive deep
as rusty            nails   

buried under a translucent loam
lost myself in plain sight
but i wasn't looking anyway because
i was listening to static
floating in the muck
muffled vision - faded sight
numbing the days until
something

all i can think is
     Issues
swamped with news
and everyone is a dick
all opinions are valid the
news is supposed to help me think
but it is broken and
so am i
because if i could think
i'd probably have my own opinion.
but then i'd be a dick. . .