Naked and shiv’ring in nature’s perfection;
a midnight walk of barren complexion.
Locked in an ideal
pain cannot repeal.
I cherish the middle, the optimist’s laugh
but confetti ne’er lands in that path.
Nothing to celebrate.
All I see is hate.
A dream broken by night.
No sense of what could be right.
And alone at last I see what’s past:
the crimes the lines the worst of times.
The vanity of “me, me me.”
How manipulation came to be.
Waging war without caring what for
while my loud cries you did ignore.
Why couldn’t I be someone worth fighting for?
Why couldn’t you think I was more?
When the cracks are so large we all fall through
and keep on staring up at you,
are they cracks after all or are they just fissures?
Volcanoes ready to blow.
If you think on it you might know.
Nov. 30th #Prompt #Poem
Naked and #shiv’ring in #nature’s #perfection;
a #midnight #walk...
#vss365 #last
#emoetry #optimism
#blueskyrelay #theconfettineverlanded
#2wordprompt #cherish #middle
#bedroomeyesprompt #midnight #walk
#foxprose #lockedinnature’sperfection
#firewords280 #barren #shivering