The unveiled truth –– what an irony

Monday 1 February 2016

Poisonous thoughts

Inadequate–– always inadequate
Gently suffocating under the bitter, sweltering
heat of your own self-effacing making

Struggling to struggle
against the vicious cycle
like the unconvincing, half-hearted
and broken wings of a fly trapped in tree sap

Within the viscous amber liquid,
beating,
beating still––

The insincere grace of courtesy
rather than purity of determination

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