Hasty steps downtown

We take

hasty steps

downtown

arriving

sooner

doing nothing

once

there

each glimmer

of dawn

we nod

like yesterday

we wear

fake

smiles

when we’d

rather

commit

murder

we slave

our lives away

working

like faithful

dogs

licking

our master’s boots

gratuitously

when

we break

in pieces

there is

no

repairing

for

our souls cry

out loud

in a desperate

whimper

within

dirty walls of

dingy

dark

rooms

the grand

manipulator

knows

we would rebel

with power of the devil

if he dare risk

taking our wine

and drunkenness

away

and we become

sober for long!

our eyes

run wet

we wipe

and dry

confused

tears

of past joy

and future sorrow

we have

no feeling left

to give…

this

they have

also taken!

we walk by those

who bleed on the

sidewalk

we sulk

with

foolish

shameful

thoughts

of grandeur

a mere delusion

glimmer of hope

where there was

none

we bow to

our master

who signs

our scrappy

paychecks

already

squandered away

on sweet nothings

long

buried deep

in the junk yard

we barely

survive

one

payday

to another

we believe

we are alive

that

we are

among the

living

but we are

dead

as those

lying

in the

graveyard

we have no sincerity

for we have lost our

humanity and

natural born

ability to love

we fool ourselves

lying

‘we can go on’

that happiness

is just around

the next corner

we balance

on our tightropes

swaying from side to

side

as we walk

by the skin

of our teeth

another hour

another day

another week

another month

another year

but we fall

into the loving

arms of the coming

lonely

weekend

we are our

door mats

wiping our feet

upon our aging

wrinkled

faces

we have become the very hypocrites

we despise

having the solemn nerve

to judge others

we are

the weak

and empty

we have

betrayed

all

worthwhile

earthly

things

which serve as

distraction

from our deep-seated

pain

we

cast away

the last

remnant

of

our

fleeting

souls

we

feel sorry

for the

repulsive

mindless

actions

we are

powerless

to

control

no less

understand

for

we know not

the nature

of

our

‘true

selves’

we think

we know

those

unlike us

all too

well

and why they

behave the

way they

do…

yet

the terrible truth

is

we

know

not even a single hair on their heads…

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About Steven Humphreys

I live in 'sunny' California with my lovely wife, three wonderful cats and very handsome dog! I write a lot these days about different subjects I have a 'heartfelt and deep-seated' interest in. I surely hope you will find my articles 'interesting and informative' as well. I sincerely appreciate your interest and you are welcome to visit here as often as you'd like. You can read more 'about me' within this site. Thank you for visiting!
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