Iron Lead
you invited to the party
telling me to sweetly sing
you offered nonchalance
offering snide remarks
valour was not your end game
You rode on your proverbial chariot
telling me of your mental prowess
Drinking your iron lead,
in the dark
you shared your primordial ghosts
your lips didn't speak the truth
and you said let it be done
blowing out all the candles
to enliven the gloom
of your own making
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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