Sunday, April 7, 2019

My Locked House

Jaded beyond disbelief.
Navigating through an obstacle course blindfolded.
Hope as our compass, this map of love as an aide.
These twists and turns don't get easier. We stumble through phrases and emotions.
Split lips, bloody eyes.
Jagged walls break screens and glasses.
If only we had a light to guide us.
How long before our fire dies?

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