Tragicomedy

Tragicomedy 

“My life is a tragedy,

But you all think it’s a comedy.”

… 

I wore grey today.

(But on Wednesdays, I’ll wear pink,)

A long-sleeved linen shirt.

I stood under the sun.

Basked, baked, bathed

In the longing of warmth. 

The feeling of blood pooling at the back of my head.

I was damp with sweat.

I walked but my footsteps made no sound, 

Silent, hollow, unbecoming, otherworldly. 

I looked but I could not see. 

I wanted to. But I’d rather not. 

How much was left unspoken?

The thought gnaws at me. It tears me apart. 

Swindled. Cheated. Scammed.

It shouldn’t have been like this. 

You’d laugh at me, wouldn’t you?

If I told you I cried? 

You’d laugh, sigh loudly,

And say I was just being 

A silly child. 

Haven’t gotten that bingo yet. 

Shame. I was two squares away. 

No point brooding about it, I suppose. 

The “Would haves,” “Could haves” and/or “Should haves”

From your favourite play;

Like flies to wanton boys. 

Are we to the Gods…

Until we meet again, Sir,

Go water the horses. 

15 June 2023