Dealing with my own Inner Grim |
Happy Go Lucky What a façade Like the faces on Mt. Rushmore Or Mona Lisa’s grin Eager faces turn to him All smiles and moving in They haven’t a clue the angst inside, His own Inner Grim The man is always joking Always shucking Always jiving No one notices, or seems to care The madness this is driving Inner Grim is in charge He puts the food on the plate Allows the man to move and function Though it is he the man hates. The odd joke is told, Innuendo brought to light. Laughs and smiles on the surface just beneath Only blight Reality: unbearable Every waking moment there’s pain Inner demons drive him Red-hot pokers in his brain Inner Grim is cruising now Gland handing and handshaking Silently, the man plots his return Every fiber, every pore Can’t keep from aching Give me one day Just one day Of peace Of rest Tho’ peace is not forthcoming And it is this truth he detests My name is mud, he surmises But nobody can tell If only they know the real me The occupier of this earth-bound Hell For now he strives on Plodding, day after day Never knowing Never caring If real joy will come his way |