The average; norm.
is there such a form?
Forlorn; torn between a sole journey
and the sojourn of the soul.
The final visionary,
overtaken by solemn undertakings
as serene reality, overshadowed by unreal premise
trickles down, abandoned by discontented minds.
Silenced murmurs echo unchecked,
obscured among lost footsteps of dissident spirits.
Lighten prospects through unenlightenment;
Quench the thirst for reality with tears of confusion.
Shaded nuance and veiled subtlety;
forsaken graces of humanity
when fear of individuality
i forgotten how sweet the black tears taste.
rekindling the dying light, beckons: I am home.