Post #5849

White coated red Don't think it didn't hurt I smile, my life a facade What is life of retaliation? I move bruised, but time is my mender. White coated blue Empty within, life circling but straight i walk. A map, a compass in hand I look purposeful right? Sights can be deceptive they say. The great depression relived. Beige on white A door to a house Beautiful isn't it? Don't enter the glitter? No gold, just everything old Dead within, smiles of flowers in the spring. #review #poetry #phareal