Tristan Robert Lange

Certified: Someday Dies

I am oblivious

Oblivion—

A cancer spot

On the sun.

I am the icicle

That melts fire—

The blizzard that

Whites out desire.

I am the socket—

A black void vacuum—

Hopeless nights

In death’s bloom.

I am the uninvited—

Useless and obscene,

Too weird to work—

To the mob scene.

I am the despised,

Desperate supplies—

Used and discarded—

Been promised lies.

I am the surmised,

The water that fries—

Nobody’s surprised—

Certified: someday dies.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 22, 2025.

Tittu