touching the outer layer lightly
bits and pieces flaked off
to reveal the depth of charred remains
the hope of finding healthy tissue
was like hoping to gather leaves in a windstorm
a hollow shell, the final prize
a figment of an imagined existence
cloaked in pallid-colored dreams
passed down through bargain basement ideals
whispers to ears void of tempered knowledge
and bright-eyed for a path leading towards a fool's gold
whose story continues to be told
lush feilds of blossoming trees and flowers
flourish within sight, but awareness has been retarded
for the sake of finding buried treasures, and mind follows
4:22 AM 7/7/2013 ©
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