entitle me not

So now I write, though no one will see, even if no one will read this. I simply write. Because. Because I can. Because I am able.

We barely understood, we lay mournful
Agitated Aggravated
Seekers of solace surrendering strength
Sighing
To slip into Spring-like stupor

Finding few forgivable faults
From fears of faithful followers
To fix

We lay consumed
Intertwined into incomprehensible ideas
Inconsistent images of idyllic -isms
This was our world
Have we escaped?