Searching in earnest
wondering
if it sank below
the depths,
slipped through
the grasp,
lost in the fog?
But even worse
maybe
it didn’t exist
at all.
Perhaps the
salt
in the wound
was that it
couldn’t co-exist
or
Inconsistencies
hypocrisy
truth
honor
are a
mirage, fictitious pieces
blurred
likened to slurred
incoherent
speech,
wielded by those
who stumble
imbibed
with that which
fortifies.
Leaving those
who consume,
consumed by it,
the finality
of the reality
being out of…
Our reach.
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