The Profusion of Confusion
A Sonnet
I don't know how you do that with the dark
Teaching it to dance with the light you are
Shaking their jeers from your hair with a bark
Letting me know the meaning of your scar
I cannot understand all of this noise
You skate on its black river with a laugh
You greet undulating rage with poise
Blessed by knowing looks from the burly staff
The shadows smirk and calculate my age
The throng names me a clumsy intruder
Your grin measures out just the right dosage
To make my impostor syndrome splinter
You relish my discomfort in this storm
Playing in acid that dissolves the norm
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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