Today like no other day has shown that danger and evil are ever present.

Ever Present
by Michael Romani

We can't see the danger
But feel it from the strangers
It's very present in our everywhere
Felt, but sight unseen; we only know it's there

Cluttered in the shop of curiousity
Sometimes in the darkness, it's easier to see
It's the haunting of our own choice
When the screeching owl has lost its voice

Things that hurt, even as they help
Shivering like a whining little whelp
It's there that we begin to settle in
Only certain that our is in being paragons of sin

There is comfort in our bond of suffering 
Keeping away the outside world as if buffering
It's in that empty likeness of rage
That we write our contract on the page

Memories are clouds we don't want to face
In making us want to leave behind this place
It's in feeling that remorse of solitude
That we rot in our pre-supposing attitudes

Life isn't all about the blood letting
Though there is some in all the forgetting
It's in the riding of our own diablos
That we find our ways through fear even in the shadows

(c) October 24, 2018  Michael Romani
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