No ticker-tape parade
a dream that never evolves
an eternal anesthetic
drawn upon by mortal fear
the lack of desire
to face the conflict of our lives
is it delightful to the eye
more the morbidity is accentuated
by the confusion left behind
the soul readied for the next day.
Our lives do hang in the balance
we choose to live, decide to die.
we find ourselves battling
the rights of the wrongs.
Yesterday I enjoyed the darkness
a quiet left me undisturbed
until I heard from a dear friend
the news did not offer me solace.
So call it grandiose,
a cop out if you may
I follow the trail of the many
who decidedly felt no love.