The Very Next Day
The very next day
all the bitter words have faded away
walking on egg shells
drag me back into hell
The atmosphere
is ripe with fear
he is still here
wanting to disappear
Behind that door
where no one can see
remembering yesterdays
burned into his memories
A stroll through scattered flurries
camouflaged in white
past the headstones,
where he used to walk the dogs
In some store
buying life's necessities
forced small talk
'why are you so sad?'
An honest query
that caught him off guard
a round of questions
cold, clinical, so hard
Shouldn't these holidays
bring everyone together?
different points of view
to ride out the bad weather
Not to stake some claim
in a random corner
anger becoming stronger
at a loss for words
never to explain
for whatever was heard
character assassinations
only seem to occur
Do you get off
destroying lifelong relationships?
little white lies can not keep afloat
this doomed sinking ship
mathiasthom
written 12/26/10
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