Who Knew
Inspiration
based on deception...
Conceived on the inside
only to be blackened
My voice cracks with
the thought...
"So easy!"
Spilling words at the
speed of angels
paint the picture of
vineyards, Gucci, Prada.
I would rather
see tunnels, twisting
nails scraping against
bricks that build a
Home! for whom?
The candle burns
with no wick to carry
the flame.
Same as always...
a darkness,
my eyes have adjusted
the light filters thru....
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