Strangely Amused
By: Devin Cade

I’ve once again, 
crawled into a slumber I call thought.
Its effortless instance,
brings me to a place I always caught.

Ethereal light, 
battling a transcending dark.
If you stare into my eyes a bit closer,
you’ll see how it made its mark. 

War, war, war.
A crying poverty of truth, beseeches these eyes.
Yet, truth not enough, 
to rule this faith, in a conference of lies.

I love you, I hate you.
All that’s left is a time to complain. 
And litigate ones sorrow,
amidst this everlasting pain.

Some part of me, 
wants it back, the way it was.
Yet, what was it?
Ignorance "is" what "arrogance" does.

Ignorance is, what it’s cracked up to be. 
Born in horror, and live with tragedy.
"All" provoking a smile,
on a face we call parody.

If you were to ask, 
"What could emerge of this?"
"Hate stronger than love?"
Out of the two, 
tell me for certain, 
"Which would you miss?"

When I physically ask someone that, 
they seem to get confused.
Yet watching them think about it,
keeps my somehow, "Strangely Amused."
 


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