“You are here” the sign says
Unwilling to settle
Knowing the destructive place
Punishing someone for not being someone else
For I have known perfection
And I have been rejected by it
A fate accepted if not all together tolerated
A bridge long burned
It’s pylons collapsed and at the bottom of the darkest of rivers
But a pain still flammable
Kept candles framed by the prison of patterns
Time like flood channels
But still trapped
I don’t believe in angels
But the demons believe in me
Clinging to politeness and kindness
Like a talisman
Alone
The stream of other lives
A rock in the flow
Covered in the algae slime of envy
Madness of those on the fringes of acceptability
Sarcophagi of self immolation
You can’t die in your dreams
But you can dream
The nightmares say so
Image by CDD20 from Pixabay
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