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