Sardonic
Angst
When
memory triggers sweet remembrance
When
memorial elicits salty vigilance
I was
abandoned and met the colors of freedom
They came
towards as bright gold, blue and lightning
No, this
isn’t confusion but only after the smiles
For then
comes blindness unable to see beyond
In the
terror of personal night, fear does imagine
Time
doesn’t move and sits in a hell of waiting
Then
slowly those colors which destroys the fear
Movement
of time resumes and looking back you know can be dear
Don’t you
wonder what is Nature, that has put us here?
No chance
or deliberate design, but then the drawback if it’s all empty sphere
How
terribly sad if we’re all alone without
But then
look at the madness that’s all about
Can it be
that we’re one great irony?
The
self-righteous that bring self-inflicted agony
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