Park The Sickness Over There – Unhinged Poem

Simplistic betrayals captured on film,

burned into the retina of a camera’s eye,

the missing similarities of a chosen mask,

figures sketched while fingers poke and prod,

a flamboyant grin,

suffocating a unhappy soul,

twisted in the midnight of time that didn’t call its name,

while the darkness struggles,

and I call you,

wondering where you were while I was falling,

while I was disappearing,

wondering when,

wondering why….

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