Flashing blackness
Closing in
A vignette
On my periphery
Even farther
Then I can normally see
Encroaching daily
On my abilities
Stopping my advancement
Causing sluggish
Inflexibility
No's and I can'ts
All that I speak
Focusing impossible
Completion a dream
Dreams evaporated
In the heat of the firing squad
As I cried for them
In the dust
By the guard stand
Squalid and dirty
Like a baby eating
A Popsicle
From the sand
Mother barking and flailing
I stare blankly
Ingesting filth
Unflinchingly
Gazing on at her performance
It is exactly on brand
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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