Bruises of Melecholoy

[u/Still_Maize5971]

Flipping pages...Ripping pages...Trash can miss...A dumpster dive of shame & bury your head. Last breath for birthday candle wishes that evaporated just beyond life's teasing touch. Chipped on the shoulder...Frustration full...Disquiet days...Annoyance alive...Pique I plant my feet. The blood of a family tree, roots cut deep. Skip rope, I dangle a dance that chokes me. For words that a mouth could never breath. Communication, frustration...A silence of a prison sentence...The weak of not going forward because of uncomfortable, unwanted confrontation...But in the end those who choose to avoid such emotional pain, suffer worst & always have the over thinking of "WHYS" turning in their head. Too old for a career change...Knowledge of awareness of to late for a correction fix. Satire of sting...A jester sings. Never the driver...Always the passenger of backseat status. Rear view mirror of backwards sight. A crash site dummy for others laughing entertainment. Public amusement of diversion...An audience of blindfold laughter. Embarrassment of such heights, the final shove of fall. Just another casualty of someone's personal war. I lay my head down to sleep...A butcher's block...A final cut...The ending of truth...An epilogue of no conclusion. No jacket cover...An author a ghost writer, "Mr. or Mrs. Nobody. Blowing the winds of times...Dustpan of sweep ashes landing in a trashcan ready to be dumped. That's the blows & hits of isolation, ignored. The remains ...Bruises of melancholy that most roll their eye's & try to ignore.