Flash Feelings
By: Devin Cade

It’s hard and it’s wrong,
it’s rude and yet it’s right,
to describe inner lunacy
in the dead of night.

Is the night an abort to dawn
or a birth from the day?
Which is the true interpretation?
Nobody can say.

Yet in the greater scheme
"of things"
It’s all contradiction,
a bell,
that never rings.

How many can see
the truer meanings,
a Merlin of minds,
or the handers of double dealings?

Oh, how it’s all so prolonging,
still seeing nothing belonging.

Try a little depth,
Show some heart,
You stupid fuck,
At least it’s a start.


Please don’t mistake this advice,
If you’d like, read the following twice:

Certain things just aren’t so complex.
When it is matters of the heart,
Nothing reacts,
it only reflects.


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