Circle of Smacks
The tear runs down from my
eye
Stain of sadness the acid
of my cry
No one to witness my fall
into the cracks
Over and again a circle of
smacks
Breaks my will and hurts
my pride
But I don’t run from
life’s capricious tide
Thorns of anger from
love’s angels
Nowhere to hide as they
hurt from all angles
Love is the invisible
force that avoids
False smiles and insincere
promises kiss
I look past their faces and
curse those angels
Their auras bright colors
of truth in crisis
I sleep the exhausted
unrest of the damned
Hearing nothing but sobs
as the lonely stand
My nightmare in pictures
where all have my face
Straight edge in tatters –
I’m trying for repaired grace
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