Marco DiLeonardo Art

"The Tragedy"
August 2007

Those things you said went straight to my head. Let's talk more about it. Spiral out of control placating to your soul.
Shot down, far too late. All that time working, building, and growing together. Turn round exhaustedly alone and ruined. Just another ripple in a pond filled with filth. Searching and pending approval from strangers. Meet only to Fall, then die like so many times before. Belong only to this tragedy. The scar that's visible from outerspace.
This is no comedy. I so wish it were.