Left Wanting

Hiss the hot, red words–

Burning the motives from action,

A gavel sounding the silence,

Mandated from the sender,

The message is lost entirely,

But in the twilight of excuses,

The maddening hours pass unresolved,

A lie told for a lie,

Corked and cast away on the sea of concern,

An outrage totally unheard.

But truth abides–

In the house of caution,

Belittled by the construct,

But aware of himself alone,

The daunting struggle of days,

Alone, content.

Proprietor of destiny,

Turns the eye of sorrow,

Back to peace.


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