Dim

A poem exploring pride-stricken glories and the creature that be. Emploring the essence of dimming so others may see their potentiality.

So much more than the existential shells that be
Dancing their way past flames of mediocrity
Society
Tis' but the lonely variety which speak of the subtle but malicious irony
Of a flame that burns so bright aloft their free position
That no other flames may be seen


Daniel J. Walker