Puppets dance uniformly
In boundaries of assigned squares
Starvation and gluttony
Rapidly grow into a common pair.
Afraid to catch an eye,
Stir in quiet shame
Of feeble attempts to rekindle
Sparks……of a Duraflame.
These are but a few dark truths,
Which add to the sum of Silent Fright,
And which swiftly fall from my heart
© 2001, 2012, 2016 Mark Rogers