Solace

Insight comes to mind
when idleness creeps in;
I wonder if this is life,
or this is just pretense.
Houses burn. And brick
by brick resiliency builds
them back, like spider holes
and niches for the dead.
We wake up with the promise
of another hectic day.
So we break our back
as expected. We shimmy
right next to the ghostly
person in the train,
hoping the fellow
understands better, life.
The day ends as expected too,
and we go home less innocent.
Staring at the red tail lights
as we negotiate the traffic jam.
Sometimes we find solace
in the thought
that if these all become
too unbearable, there is always…

Suicide.