Confessions of a Fake Poet

There are no wisdom within these words,

no ounce of respect left

floating in the air.

I am alone

and without a single care.

There is no use in silent prayers,

the heavens cannot hear

my sins if I refuse to speak;

the human mind is riddled with temptation 

and hopeless defeat.

The darkest of nights

are impossible to find,

so don’t look for my shadow

as I slip through these blinds.

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