I see you smiling
from the edge of the veneer,
offering a morsel of glee
to the frosting apathy.
I stare at the meager warmth
knowing acceptance of this gift
means embracing the vulnerable state
that enables prods and pricks.
I return to the void
keenly aware that the glow
would render me blind
and breathless with tears.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
