In a Thought

Disguised and cold and lonely but selfish and willing to continue on your own account for your own good and the meals and dollars and careless thoughts are all wasted on you because of my own cold weary disguise that I wear because the truth inside of me is far more scary and hidden and worrisome to me and I hate your dog's endless annoying barking and the fact that you let him lick your face and make no protest perhaps that tells me something about you and your willingness or more about me and mine to forgive and forget and to fear the rejection or is obsession and not even you of love and protection and anything new that may wander into my life and destroy all the boredom and strife that is hidden deep dark within and reject all my childhood and sin and detest all the lying and games and the life and the fact that the one that I loved was my wife who worked me over the same as the rest and put on my shoes and my Sunday's best and tried to keep plodding along the long trail for anything something that would persist and prevail and like weather that changes my moods of the day the way that they come and they go and the wind and its blowing and failing to move anything living to something better or more in-tuned with the living and all of the life that I'm living is still beating and deceiving and wishing away all the hairs that turn gray and the senselessness of the way of the day and I cannot say why god has projected this life down on us that we did not ask for and turns us to rust. *** Thanks for reading... Anton - www.foesofprose.com ***