In empty rooms

there are crowds

all faceless and bare,

sounds etched by silence

from uncaring hearts

echoing invitations to share.

 

Lights in darkness

penetrating the deepest

of shallow desires,

prolong for one short moment

the state of separatism

to which

the painter of words aspires.

 

To each

there is meaning and confusion

of which all of us

and only one can create,

the creative genius

unlooked for some

is for others forever asleep

destined to an unheralded fate.

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-Refel Rushing©-