Hiding Within Plain Sight

they have become mesmerized

with the violence,

conditioned by the lies;

without feeling,

without joy;

without soul;

I remain silent,

because that is what

I choose;

words never mattered

anyway;

I could not save you;

you were too far gone,

too far along,

too far away;

from a dream,

I reach for you,

but you’re not there,

I call out your name,

but you do not hear,

replacing one,

without the other,

such an impossible task;

even now,

I hear your voice,

even now,

I see you your face,

even now,

I taste your skin;

a new day dawns,

old memories fade;

no return,

no mercy,

no hanging on;

forgotten memories and

empty futures,

travel down lost

and lonesome paths,

on their way to hidden

valleys,

where even the sun

does not speak;

I am tired of giving

pearls to dogs,

wisdom to swine,

tired of voices that only

know how to speak,

but have never learned

how to listen;

your judgment makes you smaller,

your expressions and excuses,

nothing more than meaningless drivel,

dead-end streets,

you use the cracks and crevices of

distant shores like common

knowledge;

platitudes and artistic differences

only go so far,

sooner or later choices

must be made:

eventually it becomes real,

eventually it slips away;

everything you know,

everything you are,

everything you ever were;

just fading vapor,

dispersing with the wind;

the higher you go,

the farther you fall,

the faster you run,

the bigger the crash.

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