Reality

Running solved nothing
Truth mocked whole day
Clowning did not ease
Pain refused to cease
Deceased’s face
Floated in inner alleys
Unshed tears
Need no tissues

 

 

 

Gut stayed true
Spilled self in privacy
mounting years
disallow dismount
cannot cut dead(ignore)
obit page of the departed
kept slow count of
steady ascent of losses

 

 

I advance as I recede
Recession progression
Matters not, I accept
Whatever life dishes
Like plankton, know
Only too well, I too will
End up one day in
Whale of death’s belly