Poem: Old Emails

Emotions expressed in days far gone,
documented by emails
long since forgot.
Strikes terror in the stomach;
a cramping suck of shame.
Feelings bent and mangled
poured out through prisms
of whiskey and weed.
Out through my fingers
to keyboard
to wires
to your eyes.
Birthed as stunted
mutant
children.
Withered and sick
dead before fruition
cold and misunderstood
by all.
It was the only way known.
A frustrated
angry
robot.
Ejecting components
which did not fit
inside.

I was doing my best at the time.