Copyright ©2007 Jimmy Bairagee
Truth Of It All Is...
...I'm alive it's a miracle,
All that I taste in life seems so cynical,
I can't keep track I guess I’m not clerical,
In most of the occurrences in life, I guess I’m asymmetrical!
In my point of view, I am as cold stew,
Or even a De-fizzed, month old, Mountain Dew,
All has gone flat line in my cursed avenue,
I don't bother resuscitating myself, I guess I am through!
Nothing seems worth the haste,
Why hurry to the end of the line just to taste,
Disappointment blended in a disgusting paste,
So I savor my pain not letting it go to waste!
If misery be my only company,
Might as well enjoy its bitter symphony,
Each note struck with an unbearable agony,
I create a masterpiece with my sorrows in monotony!
What makes me able to endure it all,
Is the thought, "Who will be there if in case you fall?"
Each step grows heavier as my cry turns visceral,
Pressing me down to all four's, I begin to crawl!
Why can't I just let you go and heed to my inner call?
"Just let go, and crumble to pieces, like a porcelain doll."
Yet I can't let you close, because this pain is mine, not yours to suffer,
I know I push myself away just to create a buffer,
I don't want you near, right here, anywhere, close to me please,
Afraid, you might contract my unstable, emotional, disease!
Only comfort I find, is the pain I feel when I realize my love for you,
Wishing is dreaming I know, but sorry, you and I are a dream, unable to come true!