with the throes of life in it’s shadow.
I dare to open my eyes
in search for the beauty in man
just to be disappointed
for beauty
is but a thin layer of deceit.
Underneath lies prejudice,
selfishness,
festering,
biding to explode
daring any being to waste one’s time
by existing.
Pardon me
for making a purchase,
for being first in line.
I apologize for driving the speed limit,
or making a right turn
slowing you down,
for breathing the same air.
My bank account is empty
so speak to me as you wish.
I cannot go into battle unarmed,
adorning retail clothing.
The majority shares not my beliefs,
therefore, I worship in private
or become a target for wrath.
Dusk comes slowly,
another tomorrow follows.
or... maybe not.
Darcy
