Artful, sultry silhouettes
Perfectly profiled in the muted glow
Snippets and snatches
Reveal the structured uniformity
Largely devoid, or perhaps just removed
Secure in the bunker
Of a constructed success
Emotionally charged
Unable to feel.
How well can you listen
How often do you hear
The wail of hunger from your eyes
The lethal beauty of your smile
The ranting thoughts unsaid
Living the part instead
Always wondering
Is it me, or is it them
Always wandering away.
And inevitably
The nightfall must end
Making time to embrace
Our humanity
So often discarded
In the dark souls’ closet
All so intimately interrelated
Brothers and sisters yet strangers
So very far removed in the morning.
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