I kid myself that I understand
but I am forever helpless
frustration and guilt
gnawing away at my soul
Little chips of dignity
descend into my heart the abyss
Tranquillity veils the turmoil
of millions of years of toil
it somehow hardly seems fair
how strangers do not care
how they marvel at this garden
aglow with unbridled colour and light
hundreds of prized polaroid pictures
Night mostly brings out the pain
of a million blistering sores
while the fat lady the story soars
showing off her sparkling new necklace
glass-bottomed boats in peaceful slumber
yet eagerly will work another day
tomorrow a new lot of frenzied scavengers
clicking and smiling their ignorant smiles
Ask them¼ Go on, I dare you!
What is it they really see?
Before the dawn the pain surges
and the swell in my head
dies down in beaten surrender