20/20

conclusions drawn in crimson

they're the hardest to erase 

as is seeps from every pore 

pooling on tile like waste 

I guess that some would say

it has a bitter aftertaste 

it shrouds like a hooded cape

never quite fading away 

it's there in all of my dreams 

remaining here when I wake 

gnawing like a critter 

that is trying to satiate 

is it all illusion? 

a cruel magician's trick 

a smoke and mirrors side-show 

the sleight of hand is quick 

with one quick glimpse it goes 

now you see it, then you've tripped 

it's a double edged sword

that I have fallen and I curse

it's the fickle hand of fate 

and maybe it could be worse

the whole thing has me pondering 

if I could have changed the course 

hindsight is 20/20 

you don't need glasses to see

maybe with cleaner lenses

 you could avoid the trees

it's hard to change directions 

in the middle of what will be

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License