Watch Out For Lightning
Suites of expression creep along the chasms of existence
gnashing and clawing, the ineptitudes persevere for glory
take the high road, end up on the low road just because
you couldn’t remind your self the story was simply not true
caught in the corner, webs of lies disseminating from your lips
denial of the ritualistic behaviors known forever more as you
prisons of silence, spectrums of all colors make the inane pretty
dressed up and no place to go except the free way, only the free way
has toll roads these days...hijacked for existence, held hostage by self
there’s no where to go where the truth doesn’t actually matter
forget about the truth...not the Truth...just your truth because you
ran out of that road a long while ago...deni–I– all over and under
weeping a moment until drought reached your heart
your persistence amazes me...dogged persistence is what I call it
rumors of dead things walking through the night separate you from
the life you intend to live...surround yourself by pretensions of something
other than you...feel better...look better...live longer...live stronger...
fragile is the flower opening in the storm...watch out for lightning!
Copyright © Cynthia Cross | Year Posted 2019
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