The Process Poem by Kyle Harbinger

Conflicts burden
My path and I am-
Alone.
I make decisions that
Get me chewed up and swallowed whole by my burned out demons
Penetrating my regret
They’re on rotation, - that’s the way it goes, man.
So get used to it-
It burns inside, doesn’t it?

But it we can have a thought together
Just this one time
We can soar with the birds
And see the world through a completely
Different perspective.
It’s what we need.

But-
I tend to forget and regret
Decisions that get me swallowed whole.