Cut off

Feathers express the weight I put in these letters.
Depress the rage I seem to have gathered.
Refresh the stage of pain and regret it.
Caress the craze of wealth without credit.
 
I wish I found the past to keep me from ‘had it’.
 
Phantom pains from your phantom parrot.
Voices ricochet of walls, thick as subreddits.
 
Plain in sight, still hidden, embedded.
These URLs are forward like meta.
 
Should’ve seen through it, shouldn’t have mattered.
The redder the heads, the fatter the cheddar.
 
Starvation awaits but somehow we fed her.
 
Disconnect now. The sooner the better.