The things you never did… (Poem)

The alluring ones Life is but an impenetrable bubble that you dare never pop So aesthetically appealing to trauma ridden eyes Eyes that see the wiles of the ruse that never stops But your eyes see only you On the cover of magazines Bloody carpets In the spotlight On the signs of city streets Your bubble may never pop As you live your fullest life Flashy cars and gaudy mansions Front row seats at your own rite But after all you’ve done is done And you retire to your grave Your only true remembrance is the things you never did