Be Coming Apart

An unsolvable riddle.
Smiles are plentiful and all around.
Routine determines my mood,
But not once do I speak truth, sequester,
lies abound

Apparition of impulse, but temptation waits
Souls can be no bother.
Chained you to life and given you purpose
I do not share that wish
with you

Through a glass house, so you think
You look at me and cherish, but I am no part
You want me to see you as well
I smile and deceive you, perception’s invention
for so long

Atmospheres are not false, but acuity is
My smiles depict falsehoods, but not story
I do this, all this, because of what’s expected
So I leave life as it is, while holding onto
an empty bottle

Orphan

Church seats are empty and the words do not come
I have nothing for the stables, so glorious run
The gleaming saint feelings of fearful regret
sit alone in this room, haunt poetry and song

Alone and bewildered and set in those ways
Along comes a nothing and stands in the way
Home is no home and I know I can’t stay
Extremities is all I can do for the length of the day

Sold off and tossed out and owned as a slave
The poise of a shackled, less wanting abode
It begs and it differs and fades in the wind
Seldom its innards come trailing kin

Wandering solely with heaven in doubt
The train loses baggage as it’s carried about
Till nothing is left, it’s just me and the rain
a little pain is just a norm across the jostling scape