Domino Effect
When emotions are
a circle
of carefully
placed d
o
m
i
n
o
e
s,
exposed
like dandelions in a
b r e e z e,
empathy can be a challenge,
sensing things others struggle to see.
As each d
o
m
i
n
o
f
a
l
l
s
darkness
unfolds.
Illusive vultures perch
upon frail shoulders, their talons
digging deep into sensitive skin. Biting lips
from the pain, clenching fists, tongue restrains
from screaming. How it wishes to express things out loud,
but plagued by a jaded misunderstood mind, it feels like a rain
cloud unable to release drops of heavy burdens contained deep inside.
Sometimes
I wish I could c r y,
but selfish t e a r s
refuse to flow,
is this the definition of me now?
How real is this smile you see,
pretending in puddles
of premeditated positivity.
Like you,
struggling to find answers,
to so many complex questions -
in a
battle between
philosophies and prophecies.
Are we villains, heroes, victims or victimizers?
Have we touched more hearts, than we've broken?
I ponder what role will I play in my last performance,
which character will illustrate my story.
Yet none of us will ever know.
Gathering each f
a
l
l
e
n
d o m i n o
I secure them in a tired timber box.
for a moment my heart is safe, admiring,
dandelions bloom in my flourishing orchard.
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