a crippled mind is left for dead
and salty tears flood the synapse behind its eyes
the congenial relationships of past have deteriorated into ash,
dispersing through the dry winter air.
a recluse is left floating on an uneasy sea
aspiration is denounced by apathy
hope is incriminated by despair
words of integrity are censured by treachery.
a somnambulist is walking through someone else's dream
in a world of inconsistents
like an apparition roaming between words on a page
artifice builds this cage of golden bars.
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