Birthday

It comes around once more
That dreadful day,
Where no words are said,
No songs are sung.

Where the silence
Of those who matter most
Echoes within
My pit of self-pity.

Where all goes wrong
And my decreed smile
Is ne'er born.

Waltz

And once more
The joy and the woe
Dance their waltz

And here I lie
Intoxicated
By their beating hearts.

Awaiting something
That is born anew.

To Understand

This sunshine of mine
That at times
Sinks into a dark abyss.

It drives me mad
Trying to understand
Its inner workings.

A hundred reasons;
Any number of them
Enough to boggle the mind.

I do not understand
What makes the world go around.
And I fail to understand
My own self.

What are these things within,
I ask again.
And the answers echo
Onto deaf ears.

Various colours
Dancing their dance;
And I'm left asking questions
With no easy answers.

I fail to understand
Many a thing
But I keep trying
All the same.

Slices of Ham

I thought I knew poverty
When mom sliced the slices of ham in half,
So they would last for double the sandwiches.

But a day came,
When we stopped buying ham at all.

And then we stopped buying bread.

A Meaningless Jog

Life is a meaningless jog
Through space and time.
It hardly matters
Who lives or dies.

But sometimes,

Sometimes there's a cat
That I wish to scratch,

Sometimes an afternoon
Is spent in good company

And sometimes
I crave a beer, and so I have one,
or two,

Or three.

There's that movie I wish to yet see,
And a game I have to finish.
A shelfful of books I have to read.

And whilst none of it
Has any real purpose—
Divine or grand—
It is fun to breathe,
So I keep going.