"mib" poems
Three Men in Black, cloaked in despair—
One fights the aliens that aren’t really there,
Their shapes distort, their voices deceive,
A battle unending, no chance to reprieve.
One hides his pain beneath the guise,
A silent scream behind his eyes.
One mourns the fallen, dressed in grief,
By graves that whisper no relief.
Three Men in Black, the same, the same,
Lost to shadows none can name.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC