Tuesday, October 3, 2023

The Lord Knows Not A Fly by JPR

But the pain knows not an intrusion of verse.
Strangled is the falsehood our lives unmasked perverse.

Its deadline’s communion I guess I ultimately must face alone.
I abandoned all hope, a reward of my ego's facade.

Addiction is a serpent's strength in its promise to strike you down.
I've closed myself off enough, now I can't open my thoughts to anyone.

Help muted being consumed in every drink.
I am eroding as quickly as the shore’s embrace to the tide.

I am alone forever, not even within my final lost soul’s confession may I confide.

None has its  grace to confession foreseen me.
Forever extinguished, the lights glimmer.
For some there truly never was a chance.




I create art, not explain it.
JPR 

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