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Your Bubble (of blue)

when the only reality left to hold dear
is the world behind your eyes inside your mind
light has not been seized and spoiled unclean
by the false disguises of the soul reaping machine
has not been crushed, eaten regurgitated and spat
back in your face with a smile like a sneer,

spin little planet in your bubble of blue
while the ants kill your plants and live off of you
I wish I could say things would change but they can't,

may be there's a heaven beyond the hurt and the dust
where the badly broken are mended better than new
someplace more beautiful than anyone ever knew

for all that is seeming to hold value supreme
is but a plague on the senses a withering die
fated to be cast aside and fall,

yet abide ye a while little children amidst the huddling dark skies
this pain's become kingdoms of bright shining visions in your eyes,

who knows whether anything you think becomes true
spin little planet in your bubble of blue. . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-12-19 at 22:48

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