Dark Matter

After all these years, it still tears me up inside--
this swirling mass of indigestible darkness.
Sometimes it feels like it's my center of gravity,
and all I can do is give myself in, and revolve,
like a lonely satellite,
always to see and never to feel.

And on my worst days,
the only thing that helps,
is to remember how badly
you treated me in the end,
and how hurt you must have been,
to bring yourself to do it.

Weregild

It would be reasonable to expect,
given the life I've been living,
that I would be more tolerant
of mediocrity.