When it doesn’t go well, I have to release
The cumbersome rage that wears me
Like an overcoat.
I am at a disadvantage with certain parts of me
That do not play well with others.

I would safely agree to my stepping in with eyes averted,
But that is merely a admission of self character.
To turn away is to achieve. . . Deniability.

Alright…yes. I certainly protect my image.
After all an image is what the eye seeks first.
It matters none, what lies beneath.
No one sticks around long enough to care
About such a trivial thing as integrity.

So goes it.

Another has vanished and I do not suffer.
Although as I walk alone, it could be said
I suppose,
I am walking in sorrow… I have to smile.
For that to happen, my heart would have to live.

The moon tapped me on my shoulder, just then.
“ What will it take for you to believe” he inquired.

I kept on walking.

It will take more than a question.
I thought.