Unsaid
The exclusion that rages
within my cauliflower of sparks
screams the howl of the pariah
scraping all rebuffs for meaning
to find only lonely betrayal
at the end of your shackle
indignant in clang and shape
as if you’re the blushing victim
slumped in the cold undergrowth
in need of rallying friends
and the trappings of scorn
unfounded with wild stories
flying loose without the truth
revealing such banality of insanity;
more drama to fill your void.
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