I'M Usually Happy...Tonight Not So Much Poem by David Whalen

Not the man I used
to be…No more trust…
or faith
Rests inside of me

A bitter man
I’ve come to be
Devoid of faith
or charity

An empty vessel
A hollow shell…
poisonous as
A tainted well

A blank canvas
A sterile page
A muted man
of monstrous rage

I hate the world
That tacky stage
I hate the words
upon this page

I hate ugly words
Like snot and cooty
I guess you could say
That I’m kinda moody

No I’m not the man
I used to be
But it could be worse…
You could be me!