sometimes i wonder
what would happen
if like dust,
i begin to slowly
fragment into slivers
of golden sunshine
embracing where i once
walked and ran and explored.
i fall deep in my musings.
would a smile once form
on their maddened faces?
would the grey i brought
into being be recast as
bits of the rainbow
they should have been watching
and all along, i was the trammel
filtering their rose-tinted glasses?
maybe i just tried not to notice.
.halcyon
YOU ARE READING
my existence is a faux
Poetryif i could summarize what i suffer consciously and subconsciously, it would be these hymns tapping into the deepest of my soul
