Anthracite

Where is the truth?
screamed the heart into the night
Why have you abandoned me?
Maybe it’s to hard to be right

The answers are like flotsam
not caring if they’re found
unresponsive to who I am
but upon my flesh they pound

Wraith slide around the orb
a fluxion of lies pooling on the floor
pinning righteousness to the boards
then sliding into the darkness

not seen forever more.

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