topsy turvy world
where things are never
what i think they will be
a life lived on a fault line
and it's usually mine
even when it's not
a world where grief
sneaks in and grabs me
by the throat
and I fall silent
and cannot catch my breath
a world where
the defense always
seems to rest
never having bothered
with a burden of proof
that this world of mine
is anything other than
the home version
of the most dangerous game
so i long for safety
Reverendsister's Ink ©2014
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