Look a bit deeper
Allow it to settle
Keep delving down further
Keep testing your mettle
For some day soon
Chances to prove it
Ensue
But may lose you
Could pass you right by
Never knew
Your potential
Intrinsically
No more,
No less consequential
Than hundreds of
Millions untold
Lifeless stories
You had all these dreams,
Aspirations,
But worries
Seemed always
To permeate floodgates
Of keep the gray days away
Dreadful at bay
Let it get to you,
Get you down,
In that state
Stay

Bury it now
After nights of conversing
The warning signs
Clearly laid out
In immersing
Yourself
In a cyclical
Mute repetition
Refute only what
Is unjustly
Contrition  
For we in our outpouring
White guilt and shame
Cannot take anymore
But still buy it the same

As if it mattered
Colored lives
When nothing in the world
Survives
She’s taken
Great
At this rate I
Have only stake in
Yet to die
No reason to report
To work
To have the boss
Impugn my worth
Incentive’s solely
Meager pay
Misplaced ambition
Power play
Some day I could be
In control
But don’t get fired
Is my goal
For now
And patiently preside
Over the wasted,
Bided time
Until she stands
And cracks a smile,
Asks to use
Some stupid file
All the while
Unrequited
How she makes me feel
Ignited

Vile urchin
Always searching
Never seems
To know
Himself
Cant play the hand of cards
He’s dealt
Everyone else
Is unaware
How garish fanfare
Everywhere
Spares no expense
To steal their minds
As his just constantly
Rewinds

Stay the same
Let me learn
In burning
Let me turn
Insane
In vain discerning
Love is made
Where none now dare
To enter pain
I see her smiling
At me
Widely
Wildly gleaming
In her eyes
Betrays she might
Assume disguise
To try me on for size
Fits all
To please her
Beckon call

Trusted
Can you be
Not some day
Disgusted
By who me
Is currently
Trying to
**** with
How long before you
Growing old
Place the blame
On the gray
Eats your face away,
Love me the same?
Could you still
Find a pill
That would will it to power,
Coax me from the shell
When I’m tepid and dour
As I become
Who I can’t hide anymore
The two facets,
A *******’s
Pacifist
Casket
Denotes composition
Of journalist dissidence
Thought that was your job
Then how did it get to this?
Lack of communicative
Former kids
In idyllic
Umbilical cords
Severed from
What the last plane attached them to
Back to you come

Goodnight to
The rest of the world
As it wakes
The earthquakes
Somewhere far
From what stake
I have left in it
Anymore
None left to gamble
I placed my faith
Too long
In peoples’
Preambles
To flawed constitutions
Consistently
Riddled
With holes in the plot
And foundations of brittle
Collapsing,
En massing,
Unrest in the streets
With the corners
And shadows
No scraps left to eat
An effete
Feeble tenuous
State
Disingenuous
Promises make
Us look more
Like the terrorists