Sunday, April 5, 2020

Light Reading

I rail incessantly about life's iniquities with my lit match which faintly illuminates but more oft than notgets swallowed by darkness as personal anger clouds my potential poetic proficiency
So I write not for fame or profit but for those rare moments of word clarity when my flicker ignitesto a beacon flame as my rants finally penetrateand ultimately obliterate the shadows custom madewe all too often create
This joy of unleashed creativityinsignificant and invisibleas my words may beis what fuels lonely meto keep writingbeneath this cloak of anonymityfor self esteem therapy
Thank you for your attention






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