Bitter

  Embittered eyes gaze.
Languished  and embalmed,
In hatred of self and position.
I will only find the quiet of the midnight,
In the streets of my misery's cage.
I can see a barbers pole through the rusted bars.
Of a prisoner of mind in matters, only I can know.
I fear you in your glare at my hypocrisy of a life in chosen pursuit.
I choose happiness in my pool of self pity.
A buoy, a ring with to swim towards a receding shoreline, is what I desire.
A finding in truth, a look into a fragile state, and bitter is it's taste in life.
I believe in the sweetness of hope, a real rare commodity to share, life in love.