Night after night

Night after night

you whisper your

stories to me, pieces

of real conversations,

scenes from television

shows, lives of other

people encased within

a ring of lies you devised

to fit the glamorous

life you desired,

and I, who was

foolishly intrigued by

a life that seemed more

glamorous than mine,

blindly followed you

down the road you had built

out of golden bricks,

but I never imaged

that the bricks you used

would vanish, and I would

fall into that dark pit with you.

You taught me that lies

build houses that suspend

in the air.  So I will stay on

that ground, laying a foundation

so I can build my house

                                    brick

                                       by

                                    brick.

©  EXCEL

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