Posted in Life, Poetry

Standing in Line

I watch the faces

on the street.

 

The aftermath

of what has been

thrust

at us daily.

 

Numb to

the overgrown

lies.

 

Deceptions

meant to

seduce.

 

Trust issues

nightmares

leave us tossing

in our beds at night.

 

Standing in line

praying for salvation

in the power

of our convictions.

 

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