as brought on by the erosion of truth, and the secrets concealed in dangerous hearts.”
Dark souls entered through an open door
stirred panic with twisted metaphor
left clarity bleeding on the floor
the mystery yet is ours to find
but deepening night’s not far behind
with their secrets and our fears entwined
madness calls us to its shore
wraps around us threatening more
tearing at our gilded core
our book of darkness is duly signed
our troubled souls by chaos confined
false dangerous hearts fiercely aligned
caustic secrets we must abhors
much saving grace still to restore
uncertainty sways our final score
frail honesty is stumbling blind
truth now by smoke and mirrors defined
l fear our prophets may have lost their mind
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: Poets & Storytellers
Poetry at: earthweal
