Reversals

0
263

 
I scream, releasing my terror into the night, but hear only a sweet whisper upon its return
I gaze, drilling deeply from my perch, but discover only the soil covering my head
The things that I once proclaimed as genuine are now (mostly) irrelevant
The things that I once found irrelevant have become now (mostly) deep
Somewhere, the profound and the absurd switched places
And the profane commissioned options from the pure
So here I’ll remain, racing back with false defiance
Eternal contradictions within my own conformity
A willing partner profiting off my own demise
Peace
Copyright 2018
Image Credit: Pixabay
 

Please visit Grace Pending to read the full post.

LEAVE A REPLY

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.