Thursday, February 22, 2018

Denial ~ Thursday, 22 February 2018

Friends are few far between
decades ago all near
today no one is close

Rich relations as kids
dreams we shared made as real
as the world let us strive

Intense meaningful days
long past gone forever
nothing compares to youth

Endless and dull this life
political bias
as adults crush the rose

Never to smell again
what they mindlessly think
always remains the same

Delight in the difference
of days long past and times
with friends gone with the days

Parents either deceased
or like an iron rod
unbending always right

Ask me whom I love more
this tag-team duo
this united front drive

Relentlessly to crush
souls and dreams with support
to destroy the whole truth

Enter through the front door
none of my closest friends
knew alcoholism rules

Nothing matters after
years inside this prison
quarters shots is a game

Terror like threats to cut
off my hands at the wrist
with cleaver in hand says

More about my mother
insanity at home
no one else would see bite

Every hand that feeds me
like a much abused dog
their denial makes fiction

No one corroborates
with resistance fighters
no one ever believes

The facts of what takes place
inside the camps the hate
against underground schools

As thought overcomes lies
until thought confirms life
I think my addiction

Language games over drugs
running over drinking
welcomes a den of thieves

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