My hopes fall like ashes on the floor.
Hammer my coffin shut and such,
I'm the leper no one wants to touch.
You fired your words at me like a bullet in the brain.
One small word to ricochet, for I to be maimed, to be slain.
For I am the fool, I am the pest,
For I am the bore, the object of jest.
We all feel safe in our ignorance,
Ignorance in hand with arrogance.
Lonely life’s fade to insignificance,
Yet death still has no relevance.
I wander into the fray,
Shell-shocked by your bombshell.
Sat in this puddle of disillusion.
Deluded and blown to hell.
Long ago I had a friend or two,
Now I stand alone in deliberation.
The days all passed along the way,
Still waiting for that consolation.
I have a party alone
Celebration unto myself
Drink to myself and drink
Think to myself and think
I am falling slowly backwards
While the rest of the world accelerates.
Mudcrow
1999
