i am home sick for a place that doesn't exist
no tea kettle upon a well loved stove
nor honey suckle on the old gate
only silence lingers- a thick fog now
and my visitors are far and few
guess withered hands don't write like they used to

If trust is for the naive
yet faith is for the wise
then who's the one to tell her
the worlds full of lies

We break bread
with those who are not right in the head
so that instead
we are not left for dead.

poetry
fills in
the gaps
of my
soul.

I know that the light dims,
and I need not your confirmation.

Oh baby girl,
I know you are at your breaking point.

When the world shatters at your feet
and agony vacillates the fear in your eyes
just let me hold you.

The Devil works for the government.
Shocking.


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