1/12/2016
Dangling from the ledge,
Weightless.
In this deserted ghost town.
Brilliance stands alone,
Misunderstood.
A red balloon against a depressing gray backdrop.
Under the control of his master,
Disparaged,
Reduced to a lifeless marionette.
Shadows are cast upon the sidewalk,
Desolate.
Acting out a colorfully hollow scene.
The audience silently applauds,
Vacant,
As Apollo takes his radiant bow.
Obstructed by the puppet master's hubris,
Brilliance
Shall never receive his due acclaim.
The puppeteer exits;
Indulging
In his stolen successes.
The faceless crowd vanishes.
Banishing
The town to familiar destitution.
Eccentricity stands amongst monotony,
Suffocating,
Desperate for air.
A vibrant contradiction—
Deflating—
Succumbing to shadowy exile.