Toxic Embrace

Everything finds a place,
time me it does grace.
The lines we can trace
are such sweet embrace.

The day finds me so toxic,
I fill the earth in the end.
What is real for me in the
world I feel it is pretend.

In my mind locked away
staring off into the sea
from some porch as I see
the blue as I pretend to be.

All ends as do the flowers
at the feet of me they sit.
The red stays awhile but
from the the stem rips.

Tell me my words served
to give you some insight.
I’ll call myself responsible
for your twisted plight.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Absolutely thrilling.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you my friend.


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