In stumbles morning it's been out all night.
The dawn with bloodshot skies.
All the answers I had questions to. Lay crumpled up in a lie.
I've been a ghost haunting my own home.
Hostage with unpaid ransom demands.
Love's an illusion done with close up magic.
Sleight of six fingered hands.
She 's a pebble stuck in my heart's shoe.
A summer cold that I can't shake loose.
A wildfire rumor burning with the truth.
Heads or tails I lose.
If I could find a way to leave her.
I know my luck would change.
I'd give my shadow the day off. Feel a cool breeze against my face. All a delusion from love's fever. There's no one to bare the blame. I'll fade away a distant memory Forgotten face and name
A dieing fire's last glowing embers.
That can no longer create a flame.
Judge Santiago Burdon ©2016
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