Recalling days, when we played, word games together.


winter sky

Divas, real he-men
Parted curtains
Groped the darkness
Nothingness, reflected
In their, hollowed eyes
Waited in lines
For quick fixes
Reasons for being
Easy money
Eased, real
And imagined
Pains of failure

Cobwebs, brushed
Aside, along
With, dreams
Without meaning
Riddled, with lies
Echoes in drainpipes
Hidden amongst clutter
Of hideous ideologies
Sinister mysteries
Homogenized prizes
As time passed, beneath
Marbleized skies

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Author: warturoadam77p

65 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

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