Dual Worlds

Behind this curtain, Chrissa at Sunday Muse, suggests 2020 unfolded.
~ exploding Pandemic, escalated racism, failed fascist coup in U.S.~


 
Dual Worlds

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month after month
I gaze forlornly
‘cross pooled hatred
through diseased vert curtain’s fall
at a fractured mirror’s reflection
of a waking nightmare

a glaring hallucination
a pulsing passion play
of a polarized reality

dual worlds
close enough to touch
but too far apart to engage

through which truth
stumbles blind
beyond reach
or reason
or connection with either

walking as wraiths
through fevered empty streets
moving in these worlds
captive to the bone-white lies of both
implicit in their toxic grins
of inflexible conformity

lethal tradition
revered in mindless trance

change

shackled to the stone of fear
with a grip rough as rope

change

bound at the shadowed edge
of dark and light
plague and cure
repression and justice
ignorance and knowledge

change

bruised
disillusioned
but possible

so beckon the dawn
summon the morn
there is far to go
and much to learn
rising from this dark night

someone needs first
release the light

perhaps torchbearers emerge

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Poetry is a statement of empowerment, that sets the soul free, to be exactly who you are — and in being just that, to introduce your truth to the world!
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rob kistner © 2021

 


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