Oblivion

The strength I muster

I use to obscure this weakness

running from a monster

stalking every moment

melancholy casts a long shadow

celebration turns to doubt

anxiety filled pauses at the altar

crowds witness a future implode

good vibes lambasted to smithereens

for God’s sake, someone please

put up a screen

cart away this limp day

put off autopsy

for this dog’s day

walk it off, kid