The scales dropped
Slowly
Fiction
The ability
To see the truth
Reality obscures
Reality
Grim presentations
Of desperate babies
Suckling at the teat
Of an Iron Mother
Placebo nourishment
To keep weak
Yet he grew
Into a man
Who could only write
To the woman he loves
But never touch
Yet he would always love…
Never
With bright eyes
She gave life
So he would know death
She gave the asphyxia
So he would know breath
However
Possessing eyes grown dull
Did she love
Or afraid to loose
Who can say?
Fiction
The ability
To see the truth
Reality obscures
The scales dropped
Slowly
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