The Living Hypocrite

As you slit the wrist,

Take the drug,
Drink the shot,

Sniff the coke,

and swallow the pill,

You Hate Pain.

But physical pain is false,

Emotional pain triumphs.

To end the real pain,

You cut the line

And die in the process.

Currents

Waves ripple up and down the coast of my soul.  The seagulls chirp as the cold, icy waves meet their swift demise on the dark, moist sand.  Is doomsday here? Not a sign, but the harsh awakening of the everyday has arrived and greeted all survivors.