October14

The suicide of ecstasy

a pool ball on the floor

in a bottle, craves a fantasy

no harm to have one more

Dignity is lost amidst

the macho strut of youth

and leaning on the tide of years

you're spellbound by the truth

They spit the woes at you unchecked

but no one cares to listen

childish memories unfold

peering at your prison

And yet you tell of plenty

what is this truth at all?

it falls on ears deaf and blind

another blanket wall

The scars live on your hands

and face, a mirror to

the agony of ecstasy

the suicide of you