A rant in the shadows


It's a good thing you asked me
about that day,
about the time my voice
seemed in disarray

Because I suppose we all
trip over clichés, right?
The ones that sound good enough
to stumble into the fray...


...where we monologue
our meaningless pains;
the ones that - again and again -
continue the trend we've known to offend.


But alas,
nothing gets resolved
by spraying emotional graffiti
on soul walls.


Only the realization
that the light I wished
would stumble upon my destination
would regard this meeting
as an accident,
and flee me
and these shadowy confines.



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