what will the masters say after
they examine the remains from
our struggle, the tugged veins
drained of blood; life escapes
without the endeavor of a trial.
can we last past ten anniversaries
without a scratch? or will we maim
one another until the wounds push
us to our limits and crash as if
walls cannot stop us from hurting
each other. lies we swept under
our silences, we pursue deliberate
indifference instead of bridging
the gap…. lost seems long ago,
but we keep treading the same worn
path, always apart, never arriving


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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