day by day we
we shift through shit
only to come out
as lies

the camaraderie is pretense
and
behind the clever charades
and innuendos
and witty comebacks
lies the fear
that cuts through
the fog
that permeates the mind

the only truth that remains
is the hard reality
that you are me
and I am you
not in the physical sense of course
two more opposing forces could not be forged

but
instead consider
a mirror image that
can only speak the truth
of the confusion that
embodies
such divine entities

imprisoned for the sake of
functionality
which beholds
volumes of forbidden
horrors

we swiftly blink past
indiscretions
and rendezvous

and fast forward to
illusions of solace

we often utilize
a demur muse
as a way to avoid
moments of solitude

only because
in the dark
in the quiet
demons
demand payments
for markers past due
torment

but

when sorrow
like olives
ripen
and the score is finally tallied
we find
our losses
weigh in
too heavy
to ignore

and suddenly
sinking into the shadows
uncertain if you
should call for help

the numb that has set in
is all too familiar
and safer
than the pain that lies waiting

all the while...
you are
I am
we are

simply....

drifting