Feigned faith

A rebellion of sorts, atheism

A show of support, faux indeed

A fashionable denouncement

A clutching of recklessness

A closet spirituality

A reluctant mocking

A silent prayer upward

A disguised bravado

A life lived to fit in

A conversion to play cool

An ingrained belief

A higher power’s existence

The end to nowhere

There is no solace in what if

clothed in regret, while life is

There aren’t second chances

Only shattered pieces remain.

There is no turning back

Into the forays of time

There shall not be any closure

While the wounds of mind lay bare

There is no door to happiness

While consumed in despair

There happens to be no miracle

In this reality of doom

Frozen in time

Frozen in time, that’s how I’d like

My loved ones and my tyke

The rational knows the finality

But the heart craves immortality

The ticking clock stops for none

The countdown has probably begun

I can see how it transpires

In death, there is no despair.

A forgone conclusion. Sans legacy

one is forgotten in cecity.

Destiny that is deemed mine

In anonymity, is enshrined.

Cruel clout

A few years ago,

A scorching fall evening,

I set eyes on a presence

An understated event, sweet even.

 

What I saw, can’t be unseen

What I know, stays forever

And, how it changed me

I detest the me I became.

 

The power of influence

The intricate web of manipulation

The innumerable stings of

Words that wound, throb on.

 

The toxic stench of narcissism

Buried my endeavors of altruism

Forsaking all clichés here

Karma looked the other way.