I sigh

just now,
to my dismay,
I came to unpleasantly realise
that many dear people around me
have given in

they call it 'being real';
I say it's hopelessness
-- if you cover your eyes with your hands,
of course you can't see!

but I'm too tired
(dried up by fever and not eating in days)
just too tired to argue

so go! fall down the stairs and call it inevitable
break yourself, be bruised and battered
and say you saw it coming

when I see something coming
-- I step away