Thin

fold up

paper folded

in half many times

many creases

in my wrinkled existence

every day I seem

to fold more

pulling myself tighter

to avoid being cogent

or conscious

more folds

fewer alternatives I expect

as I see nothing

but wet paper

wrinkled with my inadequacies

I am paper

thin

cannot hold a conversation

without another's input

Small substance

small effect

small reminder

of a folded life

I have become shredded

unravelled

catastrophe is everywhere

with remembered ecstatic moments

from

my past

with a paper thin future