Purveyors of perception

Is what a poet be

Sifting through the shards of life

That most choose not to see

.

Seekers of answers

No one knows for sure

The good days are great

The bad days more

.

Our love is dissected

Cutting up the muse

In search of a beating heart

Something we can use

.

Dives dismally deep

Doling out despair

Climbs quite climatic

Seemingly without a care

.

Our minds are a toy

For building, breaking and play

Scattered pieces everywhere

What will we find today?

~*~

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