Blind fears bought contempt
paid in golden years, passion's price
No love paraded, exempt
when sex traded as a vice
Broken brick's creations, laid one by one
Shadows predicts isolation's dark wall
Sky shaded from the sun
Cloud's faded roof begins to fall
Heaven in ruins discarded
buried under rubble
Gilded illusions red carded
doubles trouble
A battered wreck
washed up on destitutions shore
a fly speck
an unveiled whore
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2024 03:36
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Good write SB.
KP's a battered wreck - or she will be when her botox melts! lol.
Thanks Orchi for the read and comment. By the way does KP stand for kitchen police?
Heehee. She cooks me up out of date food!
Beautifully crafted dear sorrenbarret, phases, they start they day we are born, and as I learn each day they continue. If we are not left just with rubble by the end then we have achieved a lot. 🌹
I appreciate the encouraging words friend. Thanks so much for the read it means a great deal.
Powerful work.
Thank you Thomas it is appreciated
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