Smiles transparent as cellophane
Prod against the LCD screen to reveal hidden colors
They blend like bruises
Faint reds blues pinks and off blacks
Most disappear as fast as they came
Life is the dream of becoming better
Yet. . . .be tantamount to the fly in the web
To fight against it becomes worst
Straight jacketed in the intricacy weaved
Resistance manifests depletion
Relinquish it
Prostrate prone and permissive
The robin appears dove like in the light
Then. . . .mercy
But the silk is the crutch that remains
KonciouSLea Written with a conscience. . . .that’s striving
4/30 NaPoWriMo
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