Glistening obscurities torture his soul
His mind weeps in silent accord
Hopelessness his companion of choice
Seared conscience cloudiness so liberating
Shadows beckoning his favor
Harbingers of the broad and free
Glaring clarity concedes to the eclipsed
The enchanting solicits his gaze
Vitality no longer bounded by truth
The arrogance of those who know better
Audacious fools spin a tale of caution
They have no right, it’s his to live
Deadly fashionable truth fails his spirit
Life force pining to reconnect
Hope may be his accomplice yet
I like it.
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