Rendered
I've found that
happiness
and despair
are close siblings
who tussle and feud
over playthings
like me
you
and that poor chap
who offed himself
down the hall.
I'm staring at
the same cracked
grout-grey drywall,
musing on his fate.
Maybe he's
enjoying the void.
Perhaps he's stretched
out on a pitch white
beach of infinity,
catching some rays
from the imploded
neon-black sun,
hurtling a few
inches farther away
each year.
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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