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hey …
I’ll be damned …
there’s still some green in there,
in these decrepit peepers,
and just a flash of gold -
gotta look deep,
but it’s there …
nobody WILL, o‘ course
nobody does
or cares to …
(irony warning)
funny …
cuz, uh … a surprise-or-two
might greet them -
a spark - ha!
a shimmer, even …
yeah,
a decidedly visceral darkness,
for damn sure,
(roots, deep … hidden),
but perhaps,
on a gem-good day,
(though I forgot what those look like),
they might even spot a hint …
of wisdom …
yeah, lol … from ME,
on rare occasions -
go figure …
(tho mined from a shadowy realm,
and paid for with agony) …
but, man,
it just doesn’t reckon anymore,
cuz all the depth and
color and light and intensity and
each blessed bit of goodness,
was drained by defeat …
defeat and poison -
a poison not even worthy of
an f-bomb …
and it all bled out to oblivion
with the dearest,
most vital shine of all …
hope.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, November 29, 2022
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