In Dissonance

Light sketches shadows, captive in its sway,

and slowly runs its pale fingers along…

The world is still not ordered into place,

scattered into thousands of fragments,

and shamelessly it pulls our souls away,

lays traps before we even try to sense them,

and men, misunderstood, are led astray…

Are they escaping inward toward themselves…?

Light kisses darkness in its glossy sheen.

It tightens in his trembling, ashen veins.

A distant lightning flash. A sign that we

are still here, breathing, living, thinking —

survive, though foreign, ringing in discord

‘cause there’s no polished, perfect sameness —

our souls, our souls are trembling, overdrawn,

and have no common measure with the present,

for all the different winds that batter us

can never stop us, never make us yield,

because within the brief word “human” lies

the boundless Universe, into us forever held…!

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There is a fragile border between light and darkness as the world awakens in chaos. The poem reflects on the misunderstood human soul — restless, wounded, yet resilient. Within it lives an entire universe, shaped by our differences and inner storms.

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Mariana Busarova, November 2025. All rights reserved.