Obscured

who will I trust
you stroll
just like all the others,

with generic attempts
slumping to accept
decomposure

as I see through you,
I’m self contained
I see the augment of others
through your mirrored musings

so who would I laugh with?
as your delight is practiced
with naked tactics
I’ve countered
too many wars ago

when in the dark
you’ll feel just as smug
as all the others
without texture
to foster
how can this be
sensational?

I marinate in
abstractions,
an identity
that requires
traction

and nothing fastens
with you,
with nothing to adhere to

who will I be trusting?
who will I be loving?

– B. Brown

DailyPrompt: Identity

(image: painting by Shin Kwangho)