Could I blame
that ganja
or just the evil
evil compulsion
that creeps and scares
but morbid curiousity
lusts in such fury
that to truley see
would be too harsh
too blinding
too true
Hide, hide
behind a wall
a column of smoke
so thick it becomes
real
yellow, cutting, keening
to rip at the lung
to rip at the air
to gasp and fill
not with sweet relief
but stronger walls
A larger facade
a deeper hole
to the point
of despair
if you can even see it
through all the smoke
blown into the small car
that keeps it all inside
lord forbid
we let anything inside
Heaven forbid
anything erodes our walls
pray you stay safe
behind translucent shields
or else you surely are condemned
to see yourself
in a light
all too bright
all too true
and entirely
you
I don't want to have to
erode
I want to take
my own walls
down
I want to break them
from the inside out
wear them down
with truth and love
if only
If only
I had no fear
If only
I had no pain
If only
I knew better
than to wish for
If only
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