Life faking Life
I gave too much. Never enough.
Ask family, ask friends, ask the IRS.
Living not dead. Not that you can tell
The difference unless you are paying
Attention. Who does that these days?
Human interaction required, an action
Better ignored.
I rise. I collapse. I’m not the ocean,
Just drowning. But not drowning alone.
I live in the shadow of anger. Beware my shadow.
It moves as I move.
My shadow prefers black. Me too.
Fashion choices made easy.
Like going to a funeral every day.
Mutually assured mourning.
It’s not you. It’s me. It’s always been me.
Crib to Tomb. Cradle to Grave.
You were just there.
Like I was just there for you
Until I wasn’t.
I wear a mask over my mask.
Partly for me. Mostly for you.
Don’t trust the smile; or the tears.
I don’t.
I love you. I hate you.
Confession overheard at the mirror
And between drinks.
Some readers will question; What is this shit, this nonsense?
Some readers will relate. This is their Gospel.
This poem is for me but also for you, my friends, my flock,
My fellow givers, It was enough, more than enough. Always.
It just wasn’t fucking appreciated.
Horror Sleaze Trash 