Slowly Now, Its Time
I always thought I was a good person.
Thought I was thought-full.
Empathetic but just.
Kind but careful.
But you showed me the monster,
That hears screams but wears blinders.
Where pragmatism grinds against the degradation of a dream.
And where time lost creates a river too wide to cross.
I live here now with her, with me.
And bury a fire slowly with coals and sand.
Copyright © Andrea Barajas | Year Posted 2019
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