The man with the brief case

How do we know what lies beneath the formal skin of the strangers we call our friends?

The man with the brief case,

Cool breath rasps,

Lingering mist overlooks grim anticipation,

Lips chapped with exhaustion and frayed anxiety,

Shape a morbid frown,

Shuffling footsteps riddled with a curse,

Of a sure downward spiral,

His brief case trembles concealing

terrible terrors,

tragic troubles,

Sickening guilt overwhelms the coward

lying dormant within,

Awakening a dark rumble of determination,

Biting at his life force,

Snapping away at his solemn soul,

For the man with the brief case

harbors a secret;

Unlike many others,

Unique and bursting with sinister darkness,

Not avid affairs,

Not feverous fears,

But murder lies deep within his soul.

Those who dare to whisper, would say he was incapable of handling the dire consequences that fold underneath his ploys,

Others claim he was simply racked with remorse of his indulgent horrors,

However, few would realize the disturbing reality of the disturbed.

The man with the brief case,

Stepped off the pier into the cleansing sea to wash away his woes-

The brief case was filled with stones.

Author's Note

I'm sorry if you found this slightly disturbing...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is disturbing yes, but a sad truth that so many get to this point...

i felt the despair build from the beginning of the poem to the end...and then..

yes, the stones...murder of himself.

and this is a testament to those who have jobs in business industries...there is so much pressure, they get overwhelmed with work, with life...gets unbearable...but it is too bad that it drives people to this point.

that damned briefcase.

this is really really good.

jacob

[Cassandra]

Thank you for that review Jacob
-Cassandra