Struck
I won't say I'm sorry
I can't apologize
when all the truth comes forth
reflected in my eyes
I won't keep you long
you are much too wise
as the truth hangs in the balance
the mask doesn't cover the guise
you cover me with roses
and lay me down with hope
reason is not forth coming
not in the broader scope
I climb the ladder with fantasy
it is a slippery slope
and I light just one more candle
and in the darkness grope
we reach and understanding
I wish you all the luck
but when it starts to rain
it's not worth a sawbuck
it lays in wreck an ruin
no way is it unstuck
lightning flashes quick
I'm the only one that's struck
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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