What do I say when my actions speak for themselves?
I have nothing
more to express;
disdain, distrust and distaste have been downplayed.
Can't be who I am without cause for concern;
I'm starting to see that being different is nothing special.
Santa's christmas present is a parody of the past,
future sets up the punchline,
of expectations and disappointment
laughing unemotionally at anti-humor
as they grow up like Jack's beanstalk
sowing seeds of unfulfillment
self deprecation can wait, seems life beat me to it
Your help is helpful but maybe another time,
sometimes there is no hope for hope,
I'll work my negatives in the dark (photography)
lightest areas always appear darkest
YOU ARE READING
Blank Canvas
PoetryYou'll see soon enough. Please note that..if something is dedicated to you..it does not necessarily mean that the piece is about you..... "The true identity of happiness is pain." "Tragic is my kind of magic."
