A Dark Moment Poem by bowdre bowdre

the world is awash in the redolent wisps of a blind creator's tears Gravity is a lie that we tell ourselves when we are afraid to fly - Afraid to expose the lies and the limitations of our self-imposed exile from
Eden
Heavy hearts and SweetTarts we are Disingenuous and delusional in our playhouse on the shore Eternally placating and infernally staking the hopes of the dearly departed and the ne'er started on a waking
dream.