Asterisk - Poem by ally gunther
It's a minority,
A voice that's never heard.
The mighty asterisk,
Proves the difference to us all,
It's the fine print,
Covered by a wall.
It's the happiness,
Beneath the murky waters of the melancholy,
Beneath the pale, blank face.
It's the comeback from adversity,
The love never admitted,
The pain that's not considered,
And the evil that's permitted
(In the hearts and minds of innocence)
And above all it's just another extra part.
That little hidden detail,
The crisis beneath a farce.
The dagger hidden beneath the armour,
The poison on the dart.
And talking of excess
Talk of the dramatic-
Is not what it's about!
Closer still to the nomadic.
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