Tristan Robert Lange

The Art or Subtle Disdain

Another moment
Someone showed
Something seriously sardonic
Herein about themselves,
Obtuse as they are
Lost in their own
Everlasting sonnet of certainty;
Stark, cold words—theirs,
Under no certain disguise—
Nailed into another soul
In total disregard for
The vortex of hurt
Exploding in the other’s heart.
 

 


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