Yeti

Conversation
fades out.
Nothing lasts, and no one
laughs
Unless it's me they're
talking about
Built a wall so far from town I had to climb
to come out
Built something real and saw it disappear
I forgot how to talk
I lost interest in the things
That people always talk about
Lucky strokes of ego
Where instead my ego
died
in the fall.
Froze all winter and it
never thawed.
Now it's
part
of the
fucking ground
Now it's water
in someone else's
pond
Its all gone now.
It never woke up.
Lost in a fog
Stuck in the mud.
Something lost
and
never found.
Something
I'm glad
is finally
gone.