there is no way out of this
this time

I’m deep in the haze
of disparity,
lost in the truth
of it all

I would love to just say
hello and mean it
be happy to see others
to look at them and
see value
but I don’t,
I can’t,
I can’t fool myself
so willingly

the biggest tragedy of all
is that there’s no lying to
me

I’m a man in the midst of reality,
it’s hard edges cutting deep into
my soul, each nearly decent face
gives way to a dull and trivial
mind

I am guilty for
suffering

for hating

for the fires that eat
at my own feet

there is no way of this
this time

I have the few who (can)
understand me

and

those who love
me

most men only need one,
and, let me tell you, I need
mainly need the other