Sitting in my silence of solitude,
I won't spark a conversation.
Won't fight if I'm the exclude,
I'll be fine with this isolation.
I know I won't become that focal point,
For I'm much too afraid I'll disappoint.

Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul

you weren't there for me then

and i got by

so what makes you think

i need you now

To express is to truly live

Absence of light is darkness,
Absence of darkness is light,
Remove all absence
and revel in presence.

And if stories are what our lives are
To live is to dance to the narrator’s tune

Some stories go hand in hand
Some stories go thither in pursuit of another

Sometimes we narrate our chapters
Sometimes our chapters narrate themselves

In stories we seek reason
In reason we seek conclusion

But if the narrator’s narration does not make sense
The actors cope thru a different lens