Dejected and rejected—
Isolation was icy despair—
Sent somewhere silently,
Put away post-performance.
Ostensibly of value—vaporized—
Silently sent into stillness
After ashen awareness
Blistered when mixed with water,
Lye makes the burn
Eat away at the flesh.
Today, years later,
Everything—
Everyone is the same...
Nope. I’m not disposable.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 24, 2025.
Tittu
November 22, 2025
East Stroudsburg, PA
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Your poem. revolves around the experience of being dejected and feeling worthless, often likened to a performative aspect of life where one is cast aside after serving a purpose. The imagery of lye and burns suggests pain and suffering, but the closing lines emphasize a refusal to accept a disposable identity.
💯 You nailed it, indeed. Yes, the lye exposes the lie as it were. We're not disposable...we all have immense value...and we should not accept such an identity. Thank you so much for your insightful read and for your support and friendship! 🔥😶🌫️🩸🙏
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