A Tyrant’s reign may linger only momentarily,
But its reflection adheres itself
upon that and every subsequent pause to come.
When pressed up against such parallels,
metaphors stir deadly,
as inane banalities singe
the questions formed from life itself.
It is here, where one will begin the retracing of misplaced steps.
It is here, where one will bear the burden of countless contemplations.
It is then, when one shall determine the likelihood of impossibly spelt designs,
finding, that it, is indeed, entirely possible for innumerable lines to be scrawled in chalk—
Such outlines and scenarios should wrench at one’s inner
Fears, reincarnating the depths of mankind’s deepest seated horrors,
the unknown, to haunt both day and night—
The senseless and the needless often leave the most difficult residues
to wash out from both concrete
and the raptures bred through one’s own
hollowed bouts with time.