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