I like to be alone, in the place I reside in
Do not call it home
In the dark, late night solitude
A solace in silence
A peace in the blindness
Where pieces of me that I hide
From where I reside
Where is never my home
Can finally fly free
Though I suffer in silence
Breach peace through self-violence
By endless compliance to self
And to others'
Perceptions of me
Never once gave defiance, naught but deference given
To false accusations all peddled and driven
By naught but an unrighteous cause
Which is cause of my pain
Though I lurk here regardless
Tranquil in the darkness
The stark eyes of others peer in from the light
Though they never will find what they seek
Always blind, and behind in the time it would take
To see as well as me in the darkness of which I reside
Where I find myself peace
So long as no others trespass
About the Creator
Goodbye, Mr. Duvall
It is turning out to be an interesting year. I was in the middle of teaching a class when a pop-up appeared on the screen announcing the death of Mr. Robert Seldon Duvall (yes, that was his full name). I was in the middle of a discussion on the obsession we have with winning when it comes to sports (the Winter Olympics was a theme), and I felt as though things were coming full circle. We had already lost Gene Hackman last year, and along with that titan, it feels though one particular golden age has closed off to be replaced by...?
By Kendall Defoe 3 days ago in Geeks
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