Beneath My Skin

He lit a fag,
put down his sling bag
leaned back against his chair
unperturbed by the glare.
Puffed a cloud
feeling down and out.

Mindless quarrels
Endless squabbles
Meaningless arguments
Repeated disappointments

She could not see it,
despite him repeatedly going at it.
Speaking Greek to English?
No one can revive a dead fish.

A lost cause,
an expected loss.
Ideals of a perfect family
were never meant to be.

No light at the end of the tunnel
Some live forever in the dark corner,
never ever seeing the light.
Indeed its a pitiful sight.

Attempts to break down
the walls of darkness are failure bound.
The real world is never ideal.
Painstaking efforts to create one can only kill.
Utter disappointment
in something devoid of love and filled with resentment.

He knows the way out
He knew it eons ago when he was first thrown out
He took the way before,
it worked, but still it feels sore.

Wanting to end it once and for all,
he tried it once more.
Once again, he was proven wrong.
He buries his head down, tearing to the mournful song.