Friday, January 17, 2014

Pessimism

My dreams are in shades of grey
and the occasional crimson flash
of bloody petals falling to the ground.
When in wakefulness I’m offered a trinket

I brace myself 
for the imminent highway robbery
that’ll nick the ground beneath my feet
and crush dewy hope into the mire
of life’s elegantly crafted cruelty. 

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