it seems that
unfortunately
someone
is always at fault

these
           days
they
                sleep
without
                 touching

let's be honest;
there will probably
still
be sunshine
when
          she's
                   gone

perhaps
a sudden
flash of movement
as they pace
back and forth
or
a glimpse
of
a head
           a shoulder
                           an arm
as they bend
to their food
it's quite common
to see them
from behind
while their attention
is focused on something
bright
and colourful

it is not always possible
to see the inhabitants
of each enclosure
but
rest assured
they are in there
somewhere

may i suggest returning
at 8 o'clock on Thursday?

there is beauty
beneath;
i know
i have seen it
i have felt the joy
and
the peace

but
in my anger
it is crushed
it turns to sand
and falls
from
          my
                 clenched
                                  fist

i couldn’t stop myself

entirely at fault
the Ubermensch
within
will still find
a means
of spreading the blame
beyond
the limits of responsibility

even these words
pass the blame
onto something
that can be claimed
as being
beyond my control

so is it even
really
my fault
at all?

though i float in time
i cannot get where i want
there may be comfort
found in the past
but
to remain there would be
too great a sacrifice;
this is
a much better place
though it cracks
and flakes

now that you mention it
the bright mornings
of yesterday
were just as clouded
maybe more so

dwelling on our struggles
we must not forget
the joys of
today

they say that
the centre will hold;
it's a pity
i'm not
centred
at all