Poetry: Utility

what use is crying in the dark
where not a soul can see your pain
and all the night’s denials pass
you by on hell-bound trains

what use is screaming at the light
so bright that blindness strikes the land
and all the listeners can hear
is gibberish demands

what use is gloating at a win
derived from calculated lies
wherein the victor’s soul is seared
with branded letters’ cries

what use is non-utility
in worlds that run on narrow straights
do keep in mind that time won’t stop
for candor riding late

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