Banished wails of yesteryear
escape their corroding cells
when a memory's tug
betrays my blissful retreat.
.
How sudden am I taken
by barbed riddles
which flog for answers
that perished as mutes.
.
I'm left beaten and bloodied
from the inside out
and wallowing in exposure
only my choices see.
.
The age old Sphinx
takes notice with a flirty wink
to remind my alien DNA
of the Roman barricades.
.
Who would want aid
from the narrow streets
trampled by the barren
with one-way directions?
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Reflections and Shadows
PoesíaProse and poetry. *Thanks so much to @DebZirOeZ for the stunning cover for this poetry book!*