Combustion Triangle (poem)

By Luke Labern

Sorrow, anger, self-belief
Mortal ties with no relief.
Fight the way, resist the numb
Suffer, for the night will come.
Dusk permits suspension of talk --
Follow still the thoughts that stalk.
Times of wrenched smiles lack the jolt
Brought by life. Appended bolt
Lies for sake of grace desired:
Skills no poet once admired.

Fighting labels to be free
Taken from the bourgeoisie:
Fitting in or standing out?
Questions soothe the once devout --
Media lies may trick most;
Answers quickly lead to boast --
Boasting gives to sore regret...
Never let them crimes forget.
Shuffled pride can well provide
Doubts -- but don't you dare reside.

This is not the master plan --
Just a flame that I can fan.