“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Friday, April 22, 2016
The writing in dust on mirrors
They lied
all along
They think
they were lying
(to them-selves)
it showed through
eventually
wear and tear:
tears and wears
feeble few
who knew
the lies were untrue
and said
(to them-selves)
it was naturally so,
unfolding
upholding
For now
yet I know
the decay
eating away
Bones and Memories
(buried)
Stones and Sticks
(thrown)
shatter glass houses
and mirrors
reflecting angel dust
and cobwebs
clouding what could never become
(the whole truth)
after blowing
living a life
being numb,
breathing evil wind
it's too late-
nevermind.
Image by By עירא (own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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