Dusty Poems 29

Dusty Poems, a poetry series

This is the last poem in the Dusty Poems series, which includes a collection of poems I wrote many years ago before I realized how much poetry would take over my life.

Empty your pockets
of the strength you stole from me.
Pardon my indiscretion,
my blindness was no excuse
for what I failed to see.

The temptation of being happy
admittedly neglected to forewarn
of the price.

Who hasn’t grown so empty
that they forget to tell themselves
the lies that get them through the day?
I forgot just moments ago.
Did you not see that I was faking
the sense of everything?

Did my silent cries not reach your heart
or were they too deafening to rock
your soul out of sync with my own?

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