Wicked Bliss

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A ruined view is the best lens to peek through
Especially on a bad day such as this
Sometimes you can see the others staring right back
Whispering
Truths about you

And the thought alone scares you into a room
A room which hoards every poor and enchanted memory you ever built

White space is threatening – the walls are covered with it
Feeding your tasteless soul all of the scattered leftovers someone left behind
Wiping your mouth
You turn to see what you have been looking for but could never find
Disappointment at its greatest peak

This mountain you will not climb
The work is far too trivial
Trifling enough for a mastermind like you
Laboring to forget and closing the door
Discovering each one has a repetitious knob
One you can never lock

By Elizabeth Mendiola
Copyright 2013

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