Your Tears Are Miles

In between the creases of 2:30

in the morning dead silence and the lustful

laboring of laden lords

loathing their insomniac's macabre

 

art if you see in the dark like cat's can

if infrared are your spectacles

heat would blind and fog your vision

where you stand touched with their tentacles

 

skin strewn aside to let devil's sigh

claws of craven reign or angelic cries

pain is equal to pleasure's reast...

 

in between those folds of the fragmented

answers from not uttered wondering

where did our addictions learn to torment us

who shifts the gears in considering

 

as our history will repeat the favorite

ride of our self-destructive demons

if and when the fun surely stops

itch, thirst, crave, urge, and needs lingering

 

who between the two of you or us

will be champion and the defeated?

which will stand atop your blues, or Olympus,

happy even in depression's seat

 

pray both ego and id be able to smile

at the end of life, feel complete, all worthwhile

 

in between pages of your tears are miles

a story of a river, a moment of denial...

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[Adam Whitworth]

thanks 4 sharing