Slow Burn: A Poetry Collection

You're Better than Validation

Yes.

Everyone knew it;

that he was made of something greater

But here he was, masking

those "great" years with

spite and

stamping waters

and thunder

and words

and winded smiles

and misplaced appointments

"You're so talented," they muttered.

and always with short breaths - he would nod.

It was a shame.

No.

They've seen and believed

his every intention.

Perhaps they cheered

because he looked empty.

Unsuccessful, he'd woken up deaf

from all of those pallid compliments,

and later went blind

in the wake of all of his dreaming.