At the end of the day

Things that are said with no meaning
Things that were meant and weren’t said
Living a falsehood loud and proud
Then at the end of the day you wonder, why?

“maybe I’ll do this” then
“will they like me?” crosses your path
“well if I do it this way” you bump into
“I guess I have no choice” walks beside you

The path to success is high and airy
With the bodies of those once acquaintances,
now conquered and trampled beneath your feet
As you gaily climb to the next level

At the end of the day, was it worth it?
Did you fulfill your every need?
To squash over everyone, enemy and bystander
With your illusions of nobility?

Of course! Because I’m where I am today
Highly appointed, successful, powerful.
To control the life of others off a wingbeat
and destroys their essence of existence

As I return to my lonesome home
Friendless and alone
With nothing more than mere novelties
That have no choice but to love me.

Little Tear

Like a droplet moving slowly
down a glass like surface,
leaving pieces of itself;
a trail for more to follow.

Enduring crevices and grooves
until finally the 'kerplop' sounds
a remorse filled satisfaction
upon this statuesque moment.

Fingers grasp my chin raising
my furtive eyes to meet yours,
breathing in this instant
like noxious fumes causing weariness

I shift my balance and straighten
my posture, bearing my burdened
shoulders back, lifting my
wet hand, saying.

"This is all I have left.
This little tear."
Then I flick my hand quickly.
"Now it's gone."