POKING HOLES IN THE DARKNESS

Poking holes inside the darkness
Everyone is all the same
It’s a question of perspective
Holding hands above a flame

Is your pain interpretation
Or a constant state of being
Are your shadows contemplations
Or illusions you are feeling

Step inside and you’re held captive
To the sum of your division
While continually adapting
To the degradance of vision

For we see as we are falling
Through a space in time we’re flying
As the past is always calling
Through the darkness we are dying

Holes inside the walls of shadows
Echoes chase you as you’re sleeping
Substance vague as innuendo
Secrets safe but not for keeping

On the doorstep of tomorrow
Packaged like the daily paper
Voices bidding you to enter
Disappearing like a vapor

Holes revealing empty feelings
Nothing more is less for living
All your efforts leave you wanting
Keeps you dull and unforgiving

Poking holes for your survival
Second guessing what you write
Makes your words dead on arrival
Keeps you hiding from the light

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TM DiSarro