Modern Life


Sagging at the brain
Taut around the face,
Eyes dark and seductive:
Clown wear.
Holding tightly to pretence.
Fakery: my new friend.
It keeps me company amidst the crowds,
My value an inertia;
Only the air knows me.
The coroner operates on my beating drum
And finds escapism.
The death bed from sunlight,
My life made of lime light.
Desperate in life

Desolate in death.
Life, full of regretful decisions – hanging heavy.
My reality of life disappeared amongst the meaning –
All the people told me so,
And it is to them I listened,
And it is from them I don’t return


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