Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Four: The dream is always the same

Fourth poem of the day.

Who told bigger lies?
I know, it wasn’t a contest
but I’m always looking for that edge
You may have been better at it
but I made up the difference with sheer quantity
Our self-delusions reached deep into the core
planting the seeds that churned up the earth
as they grew into the monster that devoured us
and left us for dead
We pretended to be the walking wounded
but the truth had other ideas
We buried the corpses and moved on

(13 August 2016)


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Hour Four: The dream is always the same

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