Bouquet of unfamiliar faces Minding own business. Each with own story to tell But ‘shhhh, it’s a secret’. Excluding none takes the ride That leads them to the next destination. Only oneself know of The coming journey to be told. Sudden nudge on the back, ‘Excuse me,’ There goes one. But no worries, Vacant spots are to be Filled with new, Name less companions. I see them come and go As I wait For my own story to Unfold.
Buried in darkness, Accompanied by scent of metal and dirt, No time given to discover colour. But to toil on and on, day and night, Supplying the fortunate doppelgänger with All the needs to prosper. Whether it knows or not, That ****** beauty never fails to show. Eyes of recognition solely Centred on the fruit bearer where It’s decorated with wonders of nature. Though with flick of a finger, It’s life will cease as the supplier Has all the power in the world to Go into strike. Arousal of schemes powered by Darkness about, that of light Will shrivel into the fine dust, Those that feed the void Of Jealousy.