Out living a lie

Out living a lie

24 March 2015



Green nails raked the ground

As the gardener combed on

The moss-ridden land

Covered in nebulous clouds

My mind sought to soar above


Stone split in splinters

As hammer drove on heavy

Heaving with the might

Chest weighed down by force of mind

Imploded into ashes


Woodpecker carved on

Its beak relentless into

Soft bark that bled red

Delicate core oozed crimson

While iron cage survived time


Dark whispered to light

As crying voices withered

Out living a lie

Stale truth in form broke feigned bond

As mind outlived memories

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