Could be an illusion
Or maybe just a dream
Doors shut, winter gears
Cold. Staged. Well prepared
...
Images, revulsion
Sleight of hand
Splintered memories
Son of man
...
Myths, conspiracy
Malicious plans
Clouds of darkness
Script in hand
...
Lights out
Curtains closed
Faded memories
Confetti greets the floor
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- Thomas © Sept. 05, 2015
YOU ARE READING
ALONE
Poetry"I cannot teach anybody anything. I can only make them think" - Socrates
