Broken Compass
What is left?
When your rights are simply wrong?
When my north is mostly south
and our shortcomings last too long?
When is up?
When my highs are lowered down?
When good blends into evil
and arc angels are not around?
Where are you?
When my what's fold into why's?
And the falsities of our truths
separates the you from I?
Why is it?
When simple questions posed to thee?
Are sated with complex silence
and deadly answers live in me?
How?
Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2010
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