a metaphor for what corrupted media tells you

something there
Dark in the darkness
drags me in

punching the air sure
something’s there

when the light
finally touches
sleep arrives

but behind
closed eyes darkness thrives
what’s true hides

pills “You need these kid”
reflecting me

scared in the
Dark pool of his eyes
rich and poor

rich with cash
poor with truth give me
give me more

leeches circling

head to tail
artificial truth
fattened lies

wane me off
something’s there waiting
for battle

thrust my pen
Dark pours light poor but
rich with truth



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