imagine if the things you suspected
if the things you assumed
were true
what kind of world would it be?
this is what i ask myself
when the dark thoughts come
when i think the worst
i’m too good at thinking too bad
not enough space and life otherwise
the devil you know
always seems to peek out from
everywhere
i can’t say it’s how i want to be
but it’s how it is
how i am
everyone understands
until it splashes them
i know this and still
can’t keep my feet
from the puddle
stomping demons i see there
fear and anger that are reflections
from the place i never want to see them
i see them well enough
in the puddle
in others
in the world
imagine… if all the things
i think i see
are just
imaginings
this, my friend
is the meaning of the word despair