sad – Scribbles 'n Bits

Alloy

The sad part about Atlas:
When he shrugged,
no one came to rub
menthol cream
over his bruised shoulder.

Soft Landings

The saddest realization of all:
that happiness does not breed
romance. 
Destined for solitude until 
the need arises. 
A meaningful day
within a meaningless life.
I accept your cordial invitation
to a humble doom - 
to always fall back in love. 
A wolfish grin tailored by sheep.

aside over soliloquy

Something inside me 
used to be angry; 
I gnawed off it. 
Something to listen to
on the way to everywhere - 
nod with it. 
Some pills that
spilt over my bedside
nodding off them. 
Every now and then
I don’t hate myself,
but not often. 

Flash - 
the lightning grumbles. 
Crash -
my thoughts crumble. 
Something inside me 
remembers the toast,
shit,
I'm not with it.