Wordless faceless souls
Crying out from the very same ground that wrecked her life of pure satisfaction
Upholding virtue, truth and morality is a far cry
From the ditches in which she finds herself digging for pleasure.
Amidst the digging,
Treasures may lie hidden
In the heaps of rubble seared by hopeless tears.
Yet to uncover requires more digging.
A solid word can’t be found
Without trickery and deception following closely behind.
“They don’t love you” I try to explain
Nonetheless sex blinds rationale
Something that may release the guilty stains and chains
Linked and dirtied by money, gossip, and so-called friends.
Yet ecstasy and bliss are mere fairy-tales
Inspired by the bruised and broken relationships that promised forever
A path exists, littered by the remnants of the crushing blows
That set her up for failure at best.
It can’t be seen
If it could, she wouldn’t follow.
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