Happiness was something easy to
attain like a photograph from a Polaroid
but the patience for the actual photo to
appear is no longer available.
Loneliness is like the bill that is never paid off
and despite the work put into working off
that debt, it remains on a record deep in the
files of the mind with the knowledge that the payment
may never be paid off.
I’ve tried so hard to keep busy
work has become work harder
the dance is danceable but recreating
a flame that was burning bright
never was easy.
My journey gets harder as
friends become enemies
lovers are no where in sight
family is there but voiceless
"you’ll get through it" they say
but the statement is stifled with
my mind wondering “do you really give a shit?”
If this is life
I am not sure I can swallow another
bit for I am drunk on unhappiness
in spite of trying to re-discover
what made my eyes sparkle
But here we go, its morning,
work clothes on, with a mask to
A big smile for the world
a lot of empty words spewed
for the enjoyment of others
all for the work of an unpaid bill
called loneliness so I can regain
the patience, the love and happiness
that filled me so much.
So here we go…..