New poem: Alte

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+Alte
+2024-04-23
+
+***
+
+So long, my old computer.
+We hardly knew each other,
+and those that we shared were some of the worst of my days.
+While you were in my grasp
+I somehow managed to lose track
+of my sense of self,
+sell
+it to a stranger
+who first felt my chaotic blood, Judas, prime betrayer.
+
+Goodbye, you old piece of shit,
+even though you were the newest
+apart from my desktop that I bought in hopes of work.
+Funny how the decade-old
+laptops bitter, short, and slow
+have lasted longer than you did despite bearing far more hurt.
+I'll have to spend a few days just to bleed
+from the ego pain
+of knowing a way
+to repair is out of reach.
+
+Rest in piss
+in the salvage bin
+or the back of my closet, never used again.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander