Editor Christopher Writes – #PoemADayForAYear: 13/06/15

When is a man not truly alive?

When is he really the villain in disguise,

or even the devil at our side?

When are our oppressors

defeated,

by water? (What?)

When is what we most fear

just a developmentally,

challenged,

teenager?

(You’ve lost us.)

When is it really just the wind?

The wind.

The wind.

The wind.

The wind.

I’ve spent 16 years chasing Night’s shadow,

from darkened room

to darkened room,

trying to comprehend its intentions.

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