too little and too much
the milk ends up spilling
the swimming cookie now sodden
the table's stained
the soldiers from the ant's army
have licked the sticky droplets clean
the queen sat weary on her wooden throne
her tiara haphazard, she nibbled on chocolate chips
her sigh fills the room
her only declaration as a witness
she knows not anything much
but she can say this
it was never enough
adequacy is a standard of perfection
not one being can ever attain
to hope is to deny
while reality stared at you
your eyelids crinkled shut
how are you to know
if you choose to be blind
my darling,
we're all mutes
living with darkness
will not bring
the oblivion
you so obviously covets.