Blinds

BLINDS

Without sun rays for days;
But, with the zeros to gain;
She bargains with a mirror,
Saying: “it is not that bad”.

Grinning her insidious pain.
Feeding her inferior interior.
Deceiving her own exterior.
Syncing “The Win” she had.

In her eyes, it is loss inside;
Sunk in few harmful words.
Even… Walking Backwards,
It wouldn’t turn back time.

The wall’s writings are gone.
Its talk telling: ‘she is alone’;
Spelling: “She Is The Cause”.
It makes her sick just like us.

© RICARDO SEXTON

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