Comparison Dreaming Detrimental

Maybe I was the center of something, the eye of the hurricane

The world is your oyster after all

But it had grown too tight, a corset constricting my breathing

There was a void of pure emptiness which made me feel hollow

I rejected life to have any meaning-other than being a shallow well of beauty for a short time being

Pruning it religiously-I was its groundskeeper

And you were the selfish lemonade drinking owner

But what did that matter now?

Fleeting ships of happiness vanished in the mist-with you on board-as a war criminal

As I was left with the broken potential of the city-I could always crawl back to its hole-

to the grime-the crime-the gutters of wrappers, syringes, butts, bullet shells, and discarded Rosaries

Maybe the grass is greener somewhere else-maybe they think the same wherever that is

Longing for what they don’t have-and wasting what they do.