They said these days would feel cold

When I would feel all alone

With no where or no one to call home

Just me, myself, and I

Sitting exhausted on a throne.

In my personal wing

Manifesting things

No longer hearing the dings

My bells he no longer rings

So consumed with other things.

Distracted from the best show

So upset and bothered

I must excuse myself and go

Throw away my expectations

Naive to the list I’m longing for and waiting

Past impatient

Emotionally I’m done waiting

Contemplating escaping

Deliberately debating

This procreation and relation.

Hesitant to say the least

Bored and under-appreciated

Restrained on a leash

But who I am breaks free

I left before

So what about me?

Secretly in silence

Suffering and fighting

No longer excited

My ego is ignited.

Damn.