The Human Condition

I descend into a tunnel of despair
Tripping over fabrications like tacky throw rugs.
In one second’s time:
Your words have changed from a sugary sweet graham
Into a tapestry of lying slime
Moving me sluggish
And rendering me incapable of devising escape;
A smile once golden glown by the great majestic sun
Altered into a faucet of artifice,
Spewing heaping maggots of deceit
To feast upon my weeping heart.
How these eyes have fallen victim to trickery.
How this mind has shielded from ambidexterity.
How this heart has gone unfollowed.
I blame not myself…
I blame The Human Condition.





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