Guilt I feel
Sitting on the curb,
Ass half in the flower bed,
Night is coming.
Buries his face in his hands,
Knees bent, army surplus cap.
Crying? Lost? Drunk?
The people pass him by,
My favorite fruit shop, on the way.
And I saw him there,
In the darkening.
In this moment he was having,
Whatever it was.
I saw and just walked away.
Sloth
Another day pissed away, how did this all come to be?
Opportunity knocked and then ran away with a scream.
My addled brain’s being eaten by manic moths, you see.
Who’s that actress, what’s the latest on my favorite team?
My electronics beckon, siren calls promising instant glee.
I beg for anything to help me hide the hurtful malaise.
There’s nothing left to strive for, the future’s adrift at sea.
I’m just another i-Zombie stumbling in an electric daze.
The eyes soak in pleasure but my face is a panicked plea.
There’s no escape when boredom leaves and anxiety stays.
Falling to the ground
Sitting silently, reflections of the past
kept her from seeing the truth
laid out before her
And as it built up over time,
she chose to ignore that reality
was the way she wanted it to be
the way she needed it to be,
to make her life sensible to none
other than herself
and through the tears that welled up
in her eyes, she looked at the emails
and the pictures of them together
She let the evidence fall to the ground
as the tears cascaded, but she couldn‘t
close her eyes, as the broken glass of her reality fell to the ground, too
