odic fail
hope …
dismay
heaven, hell
gods, mortality … love
all live within us
we create our own realities
and we dwell there …
oh, we are taught the tools for life -
the skills we use to SHAPE that actuality,
but we construct it to the
dimensions and perspectives we
find most acceptable -
most apposite to our path,
and build walls around it as necessary …
I …
(despite contrary inclinations)
have allowed a choice few
to breach that moat -
a trestle, ladder, kiss,
warm promise in my ear -
only to find poison on their lips
mirrors in their gaze
and a rusted edge called ‘goodbye’
with which to cleave my
endlessly credulous …
nature.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, May 11, 2024
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