April 21, 2017

there is nothing, nothing at all

I feel I am a dead-man-walking

this heart is callous and bitter

cannot find joy in any pleasure

turns every good upside down

drabness back-drops everything

and yet I live, walk, talk, smile

as though a man not yet dead

afraid others may see my pain

pick up their shard of guilt yet

leave me in these broken pieces

that just want to be alive again