deflated
Shallow Depths
Deflated
You
sit
under
sallow
skies
,
A
pool
of
purple
water
collects
in
your
palm
.
I
ask
you
to
stand
back
And
compare
your
troubles
to
the
infinity
That
is
the
complexity
Of
a
weeping
child
’s
mind
.
Still
,
you
are
seated
Your
soul
has
been
punctured
And
hung
like
a
wet
rag
On
a
forgotten
line
.
I
smile
a
smile
,
Which
once
hinted
at
consolation
.
Now
you
are
closed
;
A
daisy
in
constant
darkness
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from