It’s this dumb dark
you carry with you
that shreds my disposition
and threads it through
the keyhole which affords me
my sole chance
of even glimpsing you.
I too carry my own dark,
but in stark contrast
to the courage I perceive
in the way you carry yours,
I hold mine at a distance,
afraid of what might happen
should I hold it too close.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 