A Rite of Passage

A Poem by mathiasthom

The time is ripe
for a midlife crisis
I guess this is a rite of passage...

No stable home
or loving husband/wife,
whatever the latest labels
sadly, this is your life

Can I not find
some peace of mind
to keep these naysayers at bay,
stubbornly doing things the wrong way

Let myself go,
had a sloven moment
now I'm fighting back
these slippery feelings of denial

Look into the mirror now,
a few more gray strands
and a broken body that somehow stands,
or is that too brutally dramatic?

People feign and fake their pain,
masking their sincerity in this pouring rain
all water lead to some sewer drain
to a dirty sea, bathing you and me

Burning bridges of crumbling trust,
some resolved steel has corroded with rust
Now my gullibility has sunk to new lows,
disinterested,feeling choked,
half-heartedly out of control...

Mathiasthom
written 4/19/08