THAT DAY.

I see the celebration

The fanfare

The pomp and pageantry

The lifeless life

The cranky smile

The stiff dance

The hidden sorrow

That makes

All the food taste like sand

                                                                             Why

Oh why

Is this happening

Why

Oh why

Should this be happening

Why are we gaily dressed

Yet with stripes underneath

So why the ‘bless you’

When you really want to curse me

After collecting what I have

And in some cases

All I have

Aren’t you tired

Tired of all the pretense

The poor acting

When you say it is well

Yet what you mean is

I’m dying

And he who knows

Turns the other way

Read: BAD FRIDAY.

When will the openness come

When will the pod crack

When will the shell be taken off

And what we say

Is in sync with what we think

And feel

And no longer coat the sleep bags

With concealers

Oh how I long for that day

When we can call one another

To sit together

Freely

So free

To talk about anything

That’s cooking up within

How I long for this day.

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