Why do I even bother?
People ask how you are doing?
And when you tell them your truth,
They cavort happily… away from the distress
It’s easy to blame the fallen
To strike the weak in their frailty
As you watch them splatter slowly, unintentionally on the concrete floor
Pale skin, tattered clothes, shattered hopes
Uproarious, tumultuous is that day my nimble heart collapsed
I caved in to the sound of thunder mixed with hips and haps
An earthquake of madness much too soon to come