It’s a Daily Fight
My bouts of depression are less heavy weight slug fest these days
and more welterweight stick and move,
moving my feet,
my best defense a strong offense,
but I’m on the ropes,
forearm to forearm,
you can’t block it all when they won’t stop swinging,
the bell sounds like an internal alarm clock I never remember setting.
Round 1 bleeds into 2 and so do I,
it may be a long day.
Graves In Our Yard
A mouth full of tombstones,
gritty specks from dust to dust,
rotten core issues,
forlorn ornaments dangle with hashtags,
influencers influence no more than before,
mass graves down the hatch,
life’s final hour streaming live,
a hole in our universal soul,
black heart emojis,
a fight to the death,
loser gets a eulogy.
How many times must we say goodbye?
Someday we’ll get our forever hello.
I am the wreckage of a single car crash
who’s been told there are no accidents and that god works in mysterious ways.
To add insult to injury there’s a divine plan we’re all destined to pursue.
Divinity is the meringue of amethyst
and marmalade clouds whipped against the fading black of dawn.
Destiny is a dead end and the real poetry lies in the lines not written.
These vague metaphors are the tip of an ice cube melting in a rocks glass,
how shallow of a bottom spent licking wounds rimmed with margarita salt.
I’ve succumb to less,
all is force fed and laughable,
as forgettable as the supposedly unforgotten.
To be bogged down in the all so trivial is too fucking unforgivable.
Someone else’s thoughts are running through my mind,
their blood boils and I’m burned.
Dominos are stacked to fall,
so tell me why are we standing here?
A standstill of mediocre proportions,
how epic you’ve made it seem;
blown to bits,
Painting a self-portrait of me painting myself into a corner.
I’m around most days,
mentally I’m physically drained.
Running straight into the wind forcing my eyes wide open,
when the wind finally hits my back I shut them,
I hit the sand,
then the water,
waves of emotion,
I’m just another drop in the ocean.