Fools gold…

Lost inside myself.

I can’t find my way

through the dark.

My own worst enemy

leads me on a treasure hunt,

and I follow, blindly,

into a hole of my own making.

Ex marks the spot.

My tainted shovel digs deeply,

exposing only pain

half buried underneath

insincere treasure.

 

 

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