society's faults

Stumbling in the dark seems to be my artistry

Although I don’t walk apprehensively.

I prayed to find the candlelight flume

But there is nothing in this circular room

I find my hand that reaches for the corner

But there are no doors in this circular room

I am lost

And confused

I walk unknowingly

With my head held high

In an attempt to feel much better about myself

Than the world did

-c.s. 14 nov 2016