In search of truth,
discovered only lies
moods controlled by outside stimuli
opinions are shackles,
leaving bruised flesh.
Monday was much more promising
Sunday was fooled by creativity
Mardi is perplexing and sad
Self-esteem resting on the shoulders of others
it is a dangerous game
one moment ecstasy
and next the inevitable fall
why should your apathy
be met with my agony?
why is my value assigned by your insensitivity?
how do I overcome this red cherry funk?
the last remnants of a lost love,
encased by cardboard on a patio
all of them meaningless now
circumstances change rapidly when you are comfortable
and when fraught with confusion they loiter lasciviously
mercredi be merciful
I need the respite