the sun sets, drawing in the night that should see me depart
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yet my compromise is commensurate to this invasion
that has made pithy my relationships and in turn,
dwindled the paradigm that i am the source of their pain.
the full moon illuminates the reality that
i've as little bearing on them as on the stars.
so no longer can i mumble in pain for forgiveness and penance
to justify my exile as a shadow to the night.
as much as the darkness embrace reaches out, this would serve only my ends.
instead i must stay
to cast shadows in the day
rocking all the same
though in a different kind of pain
of redundance and indifference
and innumerable scolding sunsets
paling me to insignificance
so not an eye becomes wet.
i've made the fools choice-
this gift unwanted by us all
in place of what should be the final scrawl.