It Constructs A Pit
Draped in blankets
Of denial
I stand in a field
Of gravel & roots
For something
Once stood here too
In a dank pit
I scramble through
Looking for it
Though it can’t be true
Wrapped in blankets
Of dismissal
I lay upon prairies
Of sand & thistle
Waiting for something
To stay
But to our dismay
Something that once stood
Now fades
Empty with praise
In a pallid pit
I scamper around
Looking for it
Though it can’t
Be found
In a drab pit
I scuttle to & fro
Looking for it
Though it shan’t
Be known
In that dank place
Through which I
Meander
I sit sick
With pale hopes
For it to grace
Alas it has no face
(2014)
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