Projections of a Sick Mind
To him

Why did you want me to know
details from your criminal world?
You kept insultin’ me for the lack of knowledge
about your misused machines
multiplied inside the cardboard walls
of your mistreated house
of cards
filled with animals
of one of a kind
plummeted from every gutter of that town
by threatenin’ the offensive side of their own infractions
over and over again
as if this storyline every time
was read by you
clappin’ their eyes on me
as though layin’ your hands on me
when the only harm came from you –
criminal in disguise
of normal landlord
who tells a sweet story at the beginnin’
and ends violently
and so happened to every former tenant
whilst I was the one who watched it closely
for so long
without worryin’ about who’s wrong and what does not
should happen
in my personal view on this matter
of dealin’ with a dangerous ditch
creatin’ too many disparities
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To A. C.
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September – October 2021
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...




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