Directions
conclusions drawn in crimson
they're the hardest to erase
as is seeps from every pore
pooling on the tile like waste
I guess some would call it
a bitter aftertaste
it shrouds like a hooded cape
never quite fading away
it's there in all of my dreams
remaining here when I wake
gnawing like a critter
that is trying to satiate
is it all illusion?
a cruel magicians trick
a smoke and mirror side-show
the sleight of hand is quick
now you see it, then you don't
one quick glimpse, before it goes
it's a double edged sword
that I have fallen upon
it is the fickle hand of fate
and maybe it could be worse
the whole thing has me pondering
if I could have changed the course
hindsight is 20/20
you don't need glasses to see
it is hard to change directions
in the middle of what will be
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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