Retirement

People
retire daily.

There is 
precedent for it.

I am going to 
stop cold 
soon, end this 
nonsense, stop with
poems, end this 
blather and 
get back to 
what I was before

I was Seized.

Everyone
scoffs,
but they don’t understand
how little of this
has made me
happy.  

Maybe I wasn’t meant to be happy —

but I damn sure need to try and 
this is the only thing left to 
eliminate —
the only silencing
of compelling voices
left to be done,

so it shall be done.
If it takes and I live, 
all the better.  If it doesn’t take,
then I will die and then
it will take.  One way 
or another,
I shall one day
be rid of the words.