“You Won’t Be Missed” by Scott Sparks

Don’t trouble yourself with trouble
Tight fisted, outwardly ready to rumble?
Or putting up a front in front of your confused jumble?
The pollution your horizon pretends to thrive in doesn’t cover lies unsurprising
Lacking solutions or conclusions; mildly amusing clouded sad sight
You could look in the mirror but isn’t that peculiar?
The reflection staring back is the cause of all your fear
A wealth of misdirection unfortunately up and around walkin’
Empty pockets to show for the nonsense people hear you talkin’
Go run, go hide when collision means to provide for someone else
No one hears your cries when they’re supplied for yourself


—Scott Sparks

About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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