by on January 3, 2015 :: 0 comments

It lurks
In the distance
Like a carnival
Of lust
And pleasure
Loss of trust
It lingers
Like a dream
A reminder
Of extremes
And it covers
The shadows
Of the past
Promises that
Never last
Broken words
That never
Came to light
The shadow stays
It always sways
And it bakes
Like a cake
In the night
Then it reappears
In a blink of an eye
Shadow dust
Is oven-baked crust
With out the pie.

© 2014

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