Pessimism

A pit that will drown you is Pessimism

Those with glass houses occupying 10,000 acres

Of land are often found saying

A pit that is self-immolating

It can kill; make you struggle hard for breath

That is what Duncan, my next door neighbor

A life coach preaches

But for me it is the reality

The only thing seeming right in

This world quite wrong

Sanguinity might be beautiful but is unrealistic

Vineyards with grapes ripened and juicy

Mock my very existence, reminding me of

Felicity that I could possibly not conquer

Prima donnas , dressed like Monroe

Riding in their Porsche

Who prefer Sinatra’s ‘Fly me to the Moon’

Over ‘Only the Lonely’

Who speak of happiness and all things optimistic

When their souls are broken beyond repair

Contained with mercenary that wise don’t own

Hypocrisy flows through their demeanor (odium intended)

I for one cannot be colored

When my existence reminds only of blackness

If the touch of sunlight on my bare arms

Does not give me peace

Why should I pretend to be serene?

Why should I hide these dark

And morbid thoughts that turn into ink

Filling pages and pages

Covering the pages with fancy prose

Following inappropriate juxtaposition

Jeopardy it is as a few ignorant scholars

Tend to overlook these pages

Pages tattered like my soul

Highly contentious these words are considered

By those whose wisdom is shallow

Silence succumbs, making me

Wonder how terribly might speech

Sabotage their paradigm image

But these fancy unstitched stanzas

Sometimes free sometimes blank poetry

Unpolished proses bear the harsh truth

That this heart holds