What’s lost is the darkness,
lost to the ones that would hide in it.
Once is was beautiful.
They didn’t know what it kept.
They hid in plaid sight.
Open to the blade that cut you.
It cut you.
The turned away from it.
Happy to live.
Live in what they called freedom.
They look at you when you turn away.
Look with distain on all the things you could be
that they couldn’t.
They couldn’t see what was hidden in the dark
places.
The ones that are fading now,
into an obscurity that would be bought and sold.
What will you hold now.
The pain.
The irrelevance.
The ones that took you
and lied
and looked.
At the person they wanted you to be.
So they could push past you into a bank,
a stream of dollars and cents.
And what would they use it for.
….
What’s hidden and what will be forgotten.
Dropped. Shattered.
Tears,
for nothing.
It will all be lost to them.
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