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Bankrupt Inner Lives

Bankrupt Inner Lives
                   by Odin Roark

At night
The vacuous feel only their emptiness
Lining up in the dark
Beside stanchions of velvet rope
As condor sentries lift anchor-like hooks 

Time’s soulless theme park is open

Clamorous the surge

The decay of centuries past
Swirl their biting dust storms
Vying for another chance 
Surging through the dervish-like desperation
A continued vacillate turnover of todays
Crowding the ceremonial skin shedding 
Like a pit of serpents struggling to dislodge
The torn
Parasitic past
Trusting the new will provide survival

As light breaks such a dawn
The ravaged and bruised spineless
Merge upon barren landscapes
Raven guides screech welcoming echoes
As undulating mirages of immortality
Invade their delusions of control
Lulling them into drug-like satisfaction

Such continues the stratagem
A parched enigma forever waiting
Another group of self-deceivers
Endlessly visiting their 
Inner life wasteland


Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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