Consternation in Black

I am not sure this is worth the
Struggle.
That’s not me, you know,
the fighter, the head knocker.
There has to be a time when things
just don’t need to be tried
When giving in is not giving up,
only stabilization

I could never get used to
watching the backs of others.
Seems easier and sharper to lead the way,
not follow the boredom.

These days, if I was on top of the world,
I’d fall off.

I will inevitably talk myself down
Off the ledge.
Fear of heights has its good points.
Trouble is. . I don’t always believe what I say.
I tell myself I’m notable.
Good thing no one else heard that,
the sound of uncontrolled laughter
Singes my eyebrows.

That’s better.

The wall just caved in.
Now I can hide until they
pull away the wreckage.
Till then, I’ll just breathe in the dust,
spit out the sourness
Then try to remember
In black, in bold,
where I left me.



By: K. Mulroney