So Be It

You play the clown
without joy or passion
you create this 
tall, sullen, melancholic man
to stand between us
Words don’t reach you
as if a void exists
instead of this monster
you’ve created for
your own
pitiful
indulgence

Does your helmet deflect 
my words as well?
Do you need armour
to approach me?

So be it
I walk away
and leave you
alone
with your
abject
 miseries


Ellecee

Inspired by

imaginary garden with real toads - Sci Fi movie posters

and

Skywriting - Sullen