Sadder Than Sad Poem by Dustin Dean

Death is going to be the death of me
But I don't care.
All's a lie when you lay your money down
Exposing the material clown
But you don't care.
If I try too hard, I start to stumble
And while collecting my thoughts, I mumble
But I don't care, everything else is there
With me
My own
It's mine
And yours
I suppose
But only because I said so.
Oh, and I like to pretend.
It gives me the security
The purity, that I will never have.
Meanwhile, your jaded reality stinks
It reeks, so bleak
Of everything that I so dearly hate
Of which I turn the other way from.

Do you remember?
If you can remember
The real times we had
Of influencing
And too creating
Too much potential
That became waste
Too intentional
That you left in haste
But you don't care
You have nothing to share
And nothing to bear.
Sometimes
Somedays
Some months
Some years
I wish
That I too
Did not care.