A Melancholy Reality

I know it’s sad,

meant to be,

difficult to imagine telling the truth,

with any happy inclusive hypocrisy.

Stand with me, if only

for a quiet moment,

feel the pain,

confusion turned to empathy,

a wondrous feeling of

empty promises.

There is that shallow reckoning,

comes with open eyes,

a solemn reality,

when in a sudden moment of fear,

the human condition rears its ugly –

oh it is trauma in the highest regard,

that when we decide

an internal messenger

will again treat our state of mind,

with such callous disfavor.

Can you see it – if you look closely,

there is a shadow of torment in the light of the moon.

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