There is a place

 

There is a land

of upside dowm

where hope’s a scavanger

and feeds on all dreams dead

where ghostly veins

of bloodless joy

fare on all that’s scarce

forgotten

or broken.

This is the place

where sweet turned into sour

and fistless rage no longer fights

a bed undone

the restless hour

that smiles away to beauty heights.

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