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broken compliments

you paint your smile like an acrobat
a glass tumbler in your hands,
a fragile set of circumstances
that vapor their way to uncertainty,
the melting ice of desperation
turns to a brows perspiration,
as your demons wrestles the angels
walking the wire without the nets below,
 
when you can’t take it anymore
this day to day monopoly of choice,
when every inch of your being is dying
your tears only resonate your hearts mute voice,
you look me deep in the eyes
and think I don’t care enough to ask,
if you’re ok, if you’re feeling fine
kindness, I don’t see as a thankless task,
 
sat on the edge of tomorrow
head in your hands and death on your mind,
loading a final chamber
cock the trigger back to a pose refined,
then un-cock the trigger and place the gun down
as your thoughts turn to your kids,
maybe another day is my world away
from hopelessness and depression on the skids,

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