Interruptions

Ding!
Constantly,
The phone interjects
To tell us what we should know,
Whom to meet, or where to go.
But one fool rejects:
Device-free:
King.

Facade

"Pray for me," he begs. Ignoring tears on his face, He whispers, "I'm fine."

So Confident

There are days I walk
Chest out, challenging you all
All bluffs: I'm nothing

Distorted Reality

Feeling echoed touch
Drifting over phantom skin
Memories fool me

Willing

I would give so much
Over and over each day,
If it would matter