don't treat me like a fool
it only means you can't see me for what i am
the temptation is sickening and my eyes are fading away
.
you come thanking whatever it was that got you here
your ego,
your pride
too many scratches and bruises, honey-buns?
.
Not much left over now, is there.
.
and you thought you saw me
why must it always be a trend
something to follow
just think
why won't we
what's stopping us from bearing our teeth less promisingly
without the clamps and tightening buckles
suspending our dreams within the apple of our hearts
just, they're still so closely out of reach
it has always had to be like this.
and yet it can always get worse.
but when?
how can it when there's nothing left to give
all we do is expect the blood red pixels of another one shot
down down down
until again it once again goes to the darkest wells of danger.
. . .
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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AI is not art.
Comments (2)
This is great!
My favourite line was ‘what’s stopping us from bearing our teeth less promisingly’.