As Facades Melt Away

A Poem by mathiasthom

Kind of funny how you wanted to talk to me,
Now I'm all alone,
and you are nowhere to be seen
There is this marvelous invention called a 'phone',
Now leave me alone,
Leave me alone...

Sitting on this chair, surveying the smoky air
how the decadent scent of nicotine,
stains the air, with a tarnished sheen
not so sophisticated,
as your body breaks down in disgust,
bottoms out, like a sacred bond of trust,
You just can't get that any more

Even this waitress with her disheveled hair,
would rather be anywhere else,
instead of this claustrophobic space,
staring into such amused faces,
caught off guard, as facades melt away,
never any lingering traces,
the same as bleeding yesterdays

I am all alone,
the lifeless shell of a phone,
drowning along the bottom,
of some silt lined river,
I am too much of a Giver,
A multitude of hands on the make,
sometimes are just too hard to take...