Soulless

i find myself a husk of a man wandering the forsaken alleys of my shattered past without shoes or a moment’s respite each morning i’m fighting an azure horizon for my next breath saline threatening to erupt from the roiling pit of my disgust betraying the facade i’m narcissistic and idealistic discourse and behavior rippling from a pool of apathy my illusory countenance masking non-expression the masquerade a dance outside social circles enticing strays to abandon the flames their lives lost to the tide