Cold eyes await me
Smothered in the fog
Once was clear
Now voluntarily hidden
For a moment I see TRUTH
But Her pride obscures the view
Interloper in a place not known
Known to me it was
Fragmented paintings of memories fade into the deep abyss
Once was loved, now betrayed by Judas’ kiss
Cold eyes no longer await me
Instead peruse around the room for me You have not found
Hypocritical philosopher of lies
Soon, You I will deny
Tired of the “if” factor
When is change going to come?
The second hand waits for no one
Steadily ticking to your every move
As You move farther away
Away You stay
Cold eyes await another
The fog has risen
The path is clear
But the end ambiguous
Indigenous to the land
Not familiar with past allies plans
A walking paradox of Your own mistakes
Your bomb concealed deep within
Ready to explode when You hit rock bottom
Buried beneath the Tower of Babel
Cold eyes await the future
Attempting to mend its wrongs to right
Change I see not, but cracks in the foundation
Once was a happy scene
Has left me in deep contemplation
To do what is right
A conflict of interests
To do what is needed
Too Realistic
Pain. Resentment.
The story unfolds
You the author, and the pen You hold…
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