Salvador Dali and the Secret of Lorca
Little ashes underfoot,
making their way
through cracks in the floor,
lost pieces of happiness,
taken, stolen
close-
but not close enough to devour.
Craving the peace that comes with quiet,
instead of madness that churns in my head,
like Salvador Dali
and the secret of Lorca
remembering the memories
of silent starvation.
Alone in a mind filled with secrets and lies,
not wanting to see
or know the truth.
To give in to defeat
and cower in despair
is too noble in mind
for a life not worth living.
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