Cascade

Missives to the abyss
Floating one way traffic
Feeling alone
Abandoned by more than one
In an age of communication
It’s easier not to
I need you kinder,or crueler
It must be me
No bitterness
No vision in cloudy waters
Verbal avalanches from strangers
Pales in close reality
Timing impaired before birth
Incurable
Soul Exsanguination
Someone apply pressure