Yeah, Fine

I shall hold up my head, as if to say,
“The worst of it's over.” I know that
It's not. I shall smile, most pitifully.
“See? I'm okay,” as I slide toward
Oblivion, searching your bathroom
For nostrums, for poisons, to end
All this acting, and, when I've emerged,
Empty-handed, I'll tell you, “I have
To go home.” Though I dread where
I'm going, it's not worse than here.
No one sees me deflate. No one
Asks why I'm hanging my head.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-01-16 at 01:24

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