a fine day to exit

anathema. to myself. me.

then he cried
filled with guilt and sorrow
for his tomorrow

there it was
the future seen in his eyes
one being made right now
slipping ahead of him with a bitter smile

one more day gone
farther away from the alternate
one that can never be
for which the world must breathe again

going back many years
he saw a flaw in all that was around
for the man that he was today
was because of all that happened yesterday

hard as stone
alive and dead all alone
there were things within him
that died many times over
just while he was sitting and smiling at someone

life is so fragile
waiting to be remade again
he is confident of the future
which has already been made


written upon the stupidity of sharing pain