the art of you
speak one
receive some other
your blood brother
shares more
with another
and you’re lost.
trust so gone
stuck on frost
you’re a pawn
on game of chess
suicidal slavery
for less
and you’re lost.
your secret nest
sold at cost
buried
under clutter
gutter dreams
wonder putter
seams
sewed apart
from you-
the art
of you.
This gave me a good idea. “sewed apart from me” – “so, depart from me”. Thanks.
i love it when that happens…glad i could help!