That night I saw a relatable humanness
one which comes from the inability to maintain interest.
It is a crippling humanness that mirrors back to childhood.
Crippling enough to make one psychotic
Scary enough to make one cry, on the inside, that is.
To externally yield kills perception and creates a new one.
Then, this inability steers one to a fake smile and chat that is well appreciated, like being released from a trap.
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Lights Out Kiskadee
PoetryTurn your thoughts into words and share them with the world... I've decided to channel such into poetry ... and trust me I don't regret it ...Plz like my poems n comment so I will know if you're enjoying them or not ?#Ray_Egbert
