My Lonely Birthday
...This evening;
(I will age.)
I will crumble,
...to deceased;
clutching the remnants of happiness
...to my chest.
Like the most precious treasure
...lost for eternity,
I resign myself to defeat;
tonight,
...on my lonely birthday.
The spiders comfort me,
weave silk blankets to quell my tears.
They dance for me,
sway from spinneret to spinneret,
...but they cannot stop the despair,
which I feel,
...on my lonely birthday.
The spirits, O' so human
...are the spirits,
that bring me gifts wrapped in ectoplasm
(and a bow)
...an old toothbrush, a used comb,
which they found laying in the road;
will not stop the pain that eats at me.
I tell them to go home.
...they make faces,
dance and joke
(to find my smile)
...I lost it long ago,
on a deserted road
(where few would go)
my tears continue unabated.
Regardless of the sentiment,
...the will of merriment,
I will weep against a wall
(fore there is loneliness in a crowd)
the feeling of obligation,
feeling so unwanted,
the world itself is insincere.
So I will weep against a wall,
pushing back the happiness
(possessed by loneliness)
...yet another wasted year,
culminating,
...on my lonely birthday.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2010
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