‘Poetry.’ by Rqy Baker
Nothing ever comes to mind
The countless times
I’ve searched between these
Muddied lines
Desperate to define
This fleeting notion..
No lines
To color between..
No expectations to uphold
It’s purpose? A true
Tragedy of a story
Never meant to be told
In this lifetime
In defining it, one
undermines its true nature
And finds themself
Dancing dangerously close
to the
reliably impartial
flames of hypocrisy
