The Art or Subtle Disdain

Tristan Robert Lange


Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛
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.
 

 


2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 2nd, 2024 13:42
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem contains an acrostic.
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