Disillusionment


You ask me what I know
I should say,
Nothing.
Burning eyes of silent screams
words that do not penetrate stubborn ears.

You say liberty
inside the prison walls
that you encaged
me
and you.

You shout freedom
of speech, of love, of war
and pour cold water
on the white-hot flame
of my desire.

Bursting promises
of flower gardens
green and pink
with smiling faces
and empty eyes.
Disillusionment.

You ask me what I know, I say

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