the ruminations and deep down fears
it's like the question fails to come near
fog in our mist bringing up the rear
the editing, spliced, on the dark room floor
contorted images, a mask of horror
I would have settled, but now I need more
it stays undeveloped, locked in a drawer
I tried to run, but could never hide
as all I feel explodes from deep inside
you see it all and let it slide
a few little lies and a compromise
the clouds form, dark, in the desert sky
lightning flashes illuminate night
I thought I saw but I was blind
reality chokes my air supply
my spirit leaves as the battle rages
you've read the book, studied the pages
a twelve step program, designed in stages
the truth always wins, and has for ages
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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