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A Prison Filled With Smoke

 I drew with a pencil that broke in the middle I drew with the shorter half that choked on the riddle I knew it was going to be harder to hide my fiddle I drew on top of a scar that had been ripped open too far I drew the stitches to cover the leakage in rage I made the lead to break I drew dark glasses to hide my eyes from lies that cover my face I drew empty classes where I teach freedom I knew no one would come and take the risk that it encompasses I drew the bucket  that has holes everywhere I drew the station that never sees a train only the pain of everything passing right through the empty tracks I drew a relation that is always in tension what should I say how should I pay what should I do not to stay I drew a blanket to cover my soul I drew a bullet to destroy the ghoul I knew someone will call me out I knew someone will shout I drew a chair where I can sit and think about being fair I drew a floor filled with gravity of good time smoke gathered around me suddenly, I ...

Enact

Hold my hands.
Pull me over to you
Twirl me around.
With a breathtaking surround sound
Make those eyes.
That never tries.
Kiss me if you want..
As stay with me goes the chant.
Neatly whispering in..
My goosebumps run paper thin.
Wear your smile.
The ones that save quarantine from a mile.
Look into my eyes for a while.
Until I close and wish.
That every time when they open wide.
They take me into a sprawling ride.
Grab my waist and cuddle up in haste.
As a drop of dew enticing buttercups tastes.
Knowing the time is up.
Rush to the steps to draw a mark.
Of our spectacular embark.
And before your hands start loosing out the touch of my fingers.
My last tip clips to the very edge….
Tossing me into a cage.
A round of applause.
As I sit there wrapped up with curtains drawn to a stage.
The show is over…
Enact ceases backstage.

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