Imposter
“Stranger danger”
Act alive but not too loud,
just soft enough not to be dead.
The heavy thrumming of a heart,
ripped from its micawber.
Go on, there’s the line,
get back to it.
Yet, questions of which is the façade, the pretense, the hero,
or story curator perhaps a tell-tale? Who is a friend or foe?
Who are you in all this?
Are monsters born,
or are we created?
If we really wanted to, could we change our ways by tomorrow’s sunrise?
Are our responsibilities self made?
The constant consideration of differences had,
the emotion towards assumption experienced through a many perspective…
It’s the (human) stories I miss the most.
Back and forth in voices of sound,
recollecting memory’s past with emotion;
highlighting beautiful meaning, through painted descriptions.
A sense of vulnerability,
a scarcity in many.
Glaring at circumstances,
my being constantly refusing to buckle purposefully
from its uncanny viridity.
I reluctantly, keep stepping back in line.
30/10/2021 – Sat – Something’s a miss. (pt. 1)
Ruejean
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