Vignettes appear in every image God edits to his liking.
Yet,
Questions arise.
Why does my atmosphere seem to darken?
I was told life would brighten up!
Instead,
Light appears to be scarce in,
What feels like a farce enveloping my faith as I battle with catharsis…
Do I sit down,
Entranced by propaganda and apply shady stories disappearing in an instant?
To an entry in a journal that has been the only place I can write about what keeps me imprisoned,
In a state of loneliness?…
No.
I’d rather pile on each gram of tears trickling down a cheek others refuse to kiss.
Baptize my emotions in an ocean of pain overflowing from my face,
Down to my shoulders,
To my slit wrists.
Pray on what has preyed for a smile stolen by an Abyss,
What I call home for the Dark Prince,
And,
Exude patience for a God to evict,
My soul from a Hell I no longer have a place in…
To join the circus,
Means conjoining with a serpent,
Slithering within grass going up in smoke inside of a furnace,
Instead of being cut exposing its intention to baffle those of us hurting,
By every lie we’re immersed in…
To be a carnie in a platform going in circles,
Means I’d be living stagnant in a life recycled by dreams becoming unfertile.
Wheeled into a trend dismissing my potential,
As I’d rather be like Ferris schooling others to search through,
Their heart sprouting what wouldn’t fry an image,
Eternal…
All for what?
Getting chained to a link full of imposters panting for attention?
Best for me to deal with hardships coming with being a poet full of questions,
Impossible to answer…
As dark as it gets,
Let the vignette fade away all disasters…
m3l0dicverse 
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