It's a good thing you asked me
about that day,
about the time my voice
seemed in disarray
Because I suppose we all
trip over clichés, right?
The ones that sound good enough
to stumble into the fray...
...where we monologue
our meaningless pains;
the ones that - again and again -
continue the trend we've known to offend.
But alas,
nothing gets resolved
by spraying emotional graffiti
on soul walls.
Only the realization
that the light I wished
would stumble upon my destination
would regard this meeting
as an accident,
and flee me
and these shadowy confines.