I could hide behind a mask of

Passion

Or present a façade of

Confidence

Although knowing me

As you do

I might simply wear my heart on my sleeve

Yet I am unable to

Feel very good about it tonight while

Wallowing

~

Step inside my mind

And you’ll see

There are demons struggling

With the good guys

Perhaps it is the time of year

Turn of the screw

New resolutions, new horizons

Embarking upon

Efforts to appreciate the future

Right?

~

I think I want to end

That’s it

Perhaps that is the real issue

Creating the angst

Some silly desire to step off the platform

That arena

What is the point of effort anymore

So exhausting

Yet the moment one begins to express

Negative energy

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Our lives are relegated to simple analogies

That with an epiphany become sweet elegies