Mobile Support Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

in the forgotten territory,
help captive,
by the darkness, the damp, the broken,
claimed to be property of myself,
the up, the down, the forgotten,
every action i make has it's consequences,
even tho im suck in this lecture,
stricken to lay dormant,
thoughts are the killer,
as they bleed internally,
like never before, pulsing, to spill more,
bleeding together, to turn back into myself,
heartache, along with a headache,
misled to be where i do not know,
driving in circles, lost in my head,
as i stand i manage to fall,
face first, waiting for the weather,
just to drown, perish, remain monogamous,
and become one of the fallen comrades,
the ones who tried, but the internal struggle was overwhelmed,
challenged, conquered, stabbed,
beyond the fence, would be the goal,
but that fence is immovable, as it's myself,
shuddering feelings build up, to be lost, in myself,
and my life.