From the Turning point On~with John Patrick Robbins

It's like a season and so must they all pass.

We tie ourselves down with burdens best left with another
then somehow placed upon you.

None of it is easy or becomes less in time, our shoulders slouch, the smiles fade
and we hide our pain inside the next drink or popping of some pills.

There's a reality here though, nothing can make numb feel better
or take away the ache that takes up residence through our pain.

Life has a stench to it that makes me wonder
if we are all walking the dead road of hell.

But in spite of the situation I would probably light cigarette and laugh just the same.

A switch blade nature and less concern for you than others
serves us well at times it seems.

I wonder can you view anything flawed as long as I, and not take some of that burden upon yourself.

Age doesn't teach shit it merely exposes the flaws.

Mine are many now what about yours?

Ironic isn’t it, how far stretched some of our answers will be.

Extracting truth can feel like an aborted spinal tap

then the grin…as I strike the match against the calloused heart
and inhale deep…just to feel the burn and lie like I always do.