Erika Conti


Vision - Poem by Erika Conti

Poorly lit
and fading on fakeness
he danced his last
dance
and choked
on the people

no love
and no truth
he sold them
on sale

no joy
and no juice
he named them
in vain

So I stepped into this
sad self-puppet
and looked for his strings
He felt on the carpet
and closed his eyes


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 26, 2011


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