My eyelids drift towards each other in grateful embrace.
Then I tear them apart showing no grace.
Aridly, they hold themselves open.
Not a word uttered, my thoughts unspoken.
I sit in salutary silence.
The dark, silent, alliance.
Blissful ignorance.
Their disgusting belligerence,
It is an issue.
A life, askew.
Disappoint them,
Become them.
Ignore them,
Become them.
Listen to them,
Become them.
No line to be drawn.
No sun behind this dawn.
A darkness never purified.
A mind becoming petrified.