Fucking and Punching

Fucking and Punching

To all those I have hurt
What many can’t seem
To comprehend is
The utterly postmodern tragedy
Of my life.

Imagine if you can, or
Maybe you already know the feeling
Of not being able to discern
Dreams from reality.

It’s like turning the light on
In the dark only
To be held in that dark silence
As you find yourself fumbling
For a fresh bulb.

This is my everyday.

These words are merely that; words.
They are not meant as an apology,
They are meant simply to garner understanding.

To all those I have hurt
With words and fists
And at times even over zealous love
Or looks in my eye
I hope only for you to glimpse
My world, this postmodern tragedy before you.

The truth is I can’t see;
Everything is too dark
And I’m scrambling toward the exit.

We all fail sometimes, ya know?