Go Away

Sunshine bright,

Morning dew,

Won’t you please just go away?

Breezes light,

Skies of blue,

You have nothing left to say.

Laughing mates,

Joyful tunes:

Grinding metal in my ear.

Sugared dates,

Honeyed spoons,

More bitter than they appear.

Sigh aloud

With disdain:

Life’s pleasures mockingly hail.

Darkened cloud,

Freezing rain,

You relate a truer tale.

The End

When the end comes on suddenly

Only my brain will be surprised

To see that I have won control

From the miseries he's reprised.

I must surely work in secret,

Concealing my true intentions,

Hiding from his omniscient gaze

My nefarious inventions.

Perhaps a drop of cyanide

Mixed in with my daily rations?

Or razor blades sewn in my cuffs

While sporting the standard fashions?

But like an inmate daydreaming

Of sunsets and the morning tide,

At last my senses return me

To the prison where I reside.

So while I scheme against my brain

To find an exit from this life,

He keeps me bound to those I love,

Immune to my internal strife.

Eggshells

I’ve built a tower from eggshells,

Braced with girders fashioned of clay,

Atop a foundation of sand,

Reinforced with papier-mâché.

It shimmers in the morning light,

Casts long shadows by noon-day sun,

Sparkles electric in the eve,

Yet its splendor may be undone…

Unruly tenants dwell within.

Ignoring the terms of the lease,

They hurl themselves against the walls

Living lives of depraved caprice.

I warn the walls are made of shell,

But they just laugh at my despair:

My darkest thoughts and tendencies

Will wreck it all beyond repair.