This hypocrisy
is getting the better
of me
Where once unseeing
unfeeling, uncaring
Could easily place
the blame
Driven by the
notion
that I was right
but now
I’m not so sure
I’m tired
and I don’t want
to be
that way
anymore.

Mercy!
Are you finished
Torturing me?
A lonely soul
knows all too well
the emptiness
can take its toll
And there you go
and fill me
with this casual
Affair
While all this
unfeeling, non-committal
nonchalance
sits, and festers
in the air.

Sunshine delivers
Disillusions
and a false sense
of security
that if there is
light
One cannot be alone
in the dark.

The bad man
Knows not
and these consequences
would never be
if I hadn’t let
the bad man
get to me.