Equality
By Peter Scott
Faces of sadness
Sown of satin
Flickering on a screen
A time once upon
An unbalanced soul
Fits of Melancholia
Laced to traits of vitality
Once
Not long ago
Pacing a walkway
Scouring for cracks
Moments to shuttle
From indifference’s grasp
Instead I am left barren
In temperance
Swaying no farther
Than quiet unhappiness
Trapped in less than myself
Portraits of calamity raise
Children of surprising equanimity
Walking the streets
Traveling in opposition to emotional pictures
I contemplate the cinematic indifference
To my reality
My smile is no where to be recognized
For it is incognito
I smile
Sometimes without warning
To the reflection of my shadow
In May
The month of desolation
A trial
I plead innocent of involvement
The symbolism of my dream comes true
As I am met with a girl of yellow
Who commands my attention
Unbeknownst to her
Together we waddle
Too close for exploration
And it ends
I smile
The game is over
I may turn to salvation from its creation.
