Walk in and you're plunged into a sea
Of envy, misery, lies
Walk out and no one cares about
You and your earthly ties.
Walk in and you're beaten to death
Until the rebel breaks
Walk out and you're garlanded lest
Your spirit haunts their wake.
Walk in and feverishly fill up
Your sacks with untold riches
Walk out and realise they made your soul
A gaping wound 'out stitches.
Walk in and dream of dazzling days
Your needy heart a-sighing
Walk out and look back and regret-
It wasn't worth your time.
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Salt And Ink
Poetry(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
