Poem: The shadow of it

The weight of admonishment threatens 
To overbear my own wait on the world, 
Threatens to test my own definition of reality, 
Of brutality and all the forms it takes. 

Ranging from the inability of expression to 
The power of depression that defines
My existence with no power
Given to my own self-worth.

Laughing at the beat of my heart
Becomes a cruel game of love. 
Or at least, the shadow of it, 
An example of a lost form
Of happiness. 


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