Psychopomps

There will be no more suffering. Why are there wounds that don't heal? What caused my joy to be exchanged for sorrow? Why do I always feel so little as I get older? I'd had enough of yesterday and despised my future. Underneath the surface of a sunny day I was glistening but sobbing. Jockeys with no sense of humor piled on top of each other and laughed. Desire is pursued, therefore I let go of my grip. Like the emoji, you can smile all the time. I'm proud of how far I've come, even if it was only for a short time. Snaps in a flash From innocent guffaws a developing ailment Adults pretending to be adults Fake relationships Everyone is insane while pretending to be sane. Envious had amassed a force. I was charmed and hugged by faking it. But they stab me in the back. They had no idea how numb I became. The saint's wings protect you. There will be no more.