sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
and sometimes... we lose a lot
in reflection, i often pause to contemplate
is life just a zero-sum game?
i'd like to think that it's more than that
but what i like is irrelevant
are 'those who are without' merely the objects
that 'those who are with' draw comfort by comparison?
counting the moments from tragedy to tragedy
they pile high... a burden any soul groans to bear
each sad moment grows larger in the mind's eye
as if memory itself fed them to absurd sizes
they burst at the seams of my heart
a slow motion explosion of stupid irony
proof that my dissatisfaction is uncharted
an infinite expanse that longs to pour out
and flood the silent landscape with my bitterness
washing out the platitudes, cliches, and false optimism
that helped hope choke in my throat
i spew it all out of my mouth
while the back of my hand wipes the corners
and i stare down the sky...
ready for more.


posted by G at 6:09 AM   |

in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
1. The act or an instance of inscribing.
2. Something, such as the wording on a coin, medal, monument, or seal, that is inscribed.
3. A short, signed message in a book or on a photograph given as a gift.
4. The usually informal dedication of an artistic work.
5. Jeremiah 31:33