Poetry: best friends

[This was originally published on attrition.org. The exact publication date is not known.]

circle of light, lasting solitude, wretched am i
for all the pains, suffer this indignity
pointless recoil on open paper,
	as if to say

to justify all that i am not
shallow needy words to pamper tired egos
not wanting to get past failure
	rather bathe in it

enjoying pity and sorrow
	my best friends

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