F Scott's Second Act

Life keeps on occurring
Even when I'm up to my ears
In a mess of my own creation
Nobody stops to offer a hand
They have their own plans
No point in burdening them
I can stand on my own feet
Forgive me for retreating
I still care but enveloping
Myself with distractions
Is avoiding serious repair
Upon this psyche...

Too many friends and lovers leaving
Not their fault
As I've been caught sleeping at the switch
Shoveling dirt unconsciously
Upon good intentions
Did I forget to mention
That I behaved monstrously
Towards the undeserving
Perhaps loneliness is what I needed
And I've received it without a tourniquet
To cease the bleeding
Hunger is fleeing
For a gluttonous pig
Satisfied with rolling around
In his own sty
Decadence up to my eyes
Revel in self absorbed
Fey narcissism until this heart
Bursts from abuse or
Find something or someone
To get enthused about
Besides this erratic click track
For life will always keep occurring
Eventually it will completely pass me by
Demolition staring at me as
Prospectors stake a claim for available land
Promising a stack of condos
Under the guise of expansion
As money changes hands
I feel sick and drained
What was deemed precious
Could have been saved...

P-Dec 19, 2007.

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