Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

To World

Hey there, World!
Are you the prince of darkness
or the prince of light
when you bury bodies or dreams
while you strut like a peacock?

Sometimes, you produce a healing
and gain momentum,
for when I stare at your dark side,
you let me see a billion tiny lights,
with a tendency to stroke your own ego
as you keep on worshipping yourself.

Even if one is subordinate
to your base material, your specialty
I find to be a sort of brilliance
that disorients,ransacks, blacks out,
or dazzles, and is secretly or openly savage.

Really, your story is a bit of cliché,
a beauty hiding its ugliness,
but then, isn’t it the same
for every being?
Who knows what’s under
each skin, including mine?

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Prompt: letter to the world