Acrylic Rain

Waiting for Color to return, for
it to be new again. I watch as my
portrait rots; it feeling the
guilt and shame that I do not
feel.

Acrylic rain, painting the ground
in plastic; yet I do not see it.
As my feet affix to the surface of
the earth, I feel less and less...
watching light flee for the
darkness.

The shade of Shadow, I know it
well for I dream in it every
night; Chaos comprised of
distorted memory; nothing ever
being made clear or to serve any
purpose.

So as it can be seen, ofttimes I
wallow in self-pity... but, it is
for the stupefaction of my sensory
perceptions, that I claw to find
beauty in waking reality again.


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