The Realms - Poetry

SLIGHTED


Moonlight fling,
Shouldn't mean a thing to me,
Yet every action takes on an emotion
-Something to make me contemplate again and again

Losing hope,
Dimming the light of the only thing that remains.
A sly grin of irony to look on things that should be,
As they float into the beyond.

Stare away the evening through a grayness of shame.
Piercing tears sliding down a curved surface
Of paleness defined

Batting of eyelashes trying to hold back such frustrations
The quaint smirk of lips, striving to appear happier than they are.

Constant reassurance from trusted friends....
"It won't be like this forever"
And yet i have to wonder.

What's the worth in the effort?
Giving all the goodness to the world, and always being slighted for it...



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