a short poem about ambivalence...
|‘joice and wallow
Lies are weapons.
Meant to maim the weakest ones.
Truths are beacons.
Born to conquer silent deaths.
Cloud our souls and block the sun.
Take these teardrops.
Look for them and let them come.
Pill and substance.
Cannot satiate the needs.
At sea, but anchored somewhere.
We twist and turn.
Dark of night.
This is wrong and that is right.
Shine on us.
‘joice and wallow in the dust.