Pennies for the poor

Carving wood and buying locusts,

You walked around dressed in money
Giving advice away - like pennies for the poor,
You soared in artificial glory.

With your clairvoyant powers
You claimed to see my past and future,

The babies that will fall out of me
And every demon hiding in my bedroom.

You said you stood close to God,
But being a disciple of the diamant mines
You bought souvenirs for all - as if,

Each gift was just a grape on the market.

Wearing tough pink combat boots,
You smoked costly cigarettes like a lady,
Holding them in your thin, lined hands -
Predicting that my dreams are all wrong.

And then you went delirious,
Like a psychopath waving with a knife,
Stabbing the wind - screaming that
Something malicious lives inside of me.

Eating souls and buying love,
You vanished like a thin-legged spider.
Doubting your words - I took the wheel
And drove myself off the cliff.

In the end - you were right, you know?

Poetry by FrancescaLuca
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Written on 2018-05-21 at 11:04

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo - a work - screaming out - from the hart of the mind!