I cast my spark into the shadows to illuminate the alley

The darkness of the oubliette 
      echoes its most desperate fear the anxiety, pain, and worthlessness
     of being deemed inconsequential      
         cast aside, a piece of garbage 
    left discarded on the street corner  

Let’s mess with that scene a little 
   enter stage right, a massive 
        rain storm — enough to induce 
  freshly fresioa hued toes & socks 
     in canvas shoes EXTREMELY 
      soggy — thoughts bubble 
  to a surface of uncertainty 
     to which I reply — 

     WHO THE F@CK CARES! 

 A dungeon is not conducive 
         to love or light only the bowels 
   of torment and pain — it offers 
      nothing industrious — frigid walls 
         absent of light — perpetuated 
    trauma — there is no purpose 

      What’s worse, a human being      
            with the comprehension 
    of fondness with a decision 
       to ignore or do nothing 
 pleasure takes precedence 
    and substance ignored