never stops the balance
the justice
the watching everything
always gawking at
what isn’t there
heavy on the evening
when people are
hiding in the shadows
from what
nobody knows
feeling distant i
smile and nod
tell me i am
wrong
that i
don’t know
what i
mean
what i am
seeing
my eyes do
not deceive
me
open scene
unscripted acrobat
words working on me
only performing
all for me
it all is
miner
as if it was
golden
like heavy metals
unmalleable
in the heat
the thick of it
wrapped around every
inch
where
i am not
allowed to
be loud
but i stay
vocal
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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Comments (1)
Staying vocal....yes! You matter.