Blinds – Ricardo.


Without sun rays for days;
But, with the zeros to gain;
She bargains with a mirror,
Saying: “it is not that bad”.

Grinning her insidious pain.
Feeding her inferior interior.
Deceiving her own exterior.
Syncing “The Win” she had.

In her eyes, it is loss inside;
Sunk in few harmful words.
Even… Walking Backwards,
It wouldn’t turn back time.

The wall’s writings are gone.
Its talk telling: ‘she is alone’;
Spelling: “She Is The Cause”.
It makes her sick just like us.




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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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