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A Smile In Bittersweet Fear
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Dark Poetry The cat is out tonight
smiling from the trees.
Enchanted words, frail in time
fall to the wind.
Dreaming of the dead.
A whisper– a vessel for the disconnected– spoken softly in disassociation.
We have secluded ourselves to the beauty.
Beautiful here.
I bittersweet isolation– a faint, but glorious taste of retribution.
Redemption.
Revolution, we scream, as our throats bleed raw.
If we stay, we cannot go on
and we are not welcome back home.
Solitude cherished and the lonely adored.
We melt into this form.
And they are frightened by the unknown– fear what they will never understand.
Blank– void– the absence in the very presence of ourselves.
And we smile.
We enjoy the peace.
All distant stares will pass without the whisper.
They fear and we smile.
Misplaced and exiled:
Here lies tonight,
in the darkness, there shines down the hopeless mourning of the dawn.
It’s beautiful here and we wish she could stay to
breathe in this, seethe in this, seize it and hold.
But it is not ours to own.
I’m beautiful here and I wish that we could stay.
