He died yesterday
And life goes on
Cars and buses hurry by me
A lady bends over to scoop up her dog’s poop
A man spits out his gum
“Move out of the way” a stranger calls
My insides feel like broken pieces of glass
Cutting through my guts
I am not sure if I combed my hair today
If my shirt is inside out
I gained 25 pounds
But I swear it’s just the camera
The voices talk of different things
They laugh and clatter with glee and joy
I want to take the fork in my hand and plunge it into their eyeballs
But I smile and laugh in unison
And I add a note of my own
To find myself in a bathroom stall wiping tears from my eyes
The Simpsons are on and it reminds me of
Him
I hope I look like I didn’t cry
I rejoin the others with an act of an Oscar nominated actor
And no one knows that my insides burn
Like fire in hell
That I’m suffocating the air out of my throat
That I feel like I’m in a bad dream
But only it’s reality and I want to wake up so bad
Only I am awake and the nightmares gets worse
With each passing day
As I act like I am okay
Artistically Repressed 