Reflections, Transparent

I walk amongst these poverty stricken streets..   
 
(How did I get here..)         

Down a crumbling brick road that once paved the path to my broken dreams

(Collapse)

On this hollow ground as it beckons `

Frantically grasping at a transparent solace 

These binding lies (blinding eyes), taking refuge behind satin whispers & hypnotic "loving" gazes

(Come show yourselves..)

Thoughts shoot wildly, a pinball blindly smashing my senses

Sleep..

In the static reflections of my mind's foolish ideals

While the embers of this travesty still plea for recognition

& in vain,

I chisel at the cold steel bars of my heart's conceptual prison

           

*Authors note ~
Many thanks to my dear friend Bruce for his contribution to this piece.
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