Everyday
I see
bits of me
slip away,

sincere parts
of my heart
chipped away
with heart ache’s rain,
they disintegrate
under the pressure of pain
and the pleasure I pursue
to try and stay amused.

The price I pay
to make it
with a little
extra to spend
at the end
of the workday
is the slow erosion
of the person I was,
and who I am becoming
is a mystery
even to me.