not all that glitters is gold

you taste too much like money

the kisses aren’t sweet 

less and less like cherry 

no longer smooth like cream

 

love exchanged for luxury

silver plaited rings cold

the tang from fingers bloody

papercuts and gold 

 

the world within reach

the corners filled in

but the color drains as your arms stretch

leaving only green 

 

you don’t see me

off to the side 

watching as you swallow diamonds

but not your greed or pride

This poem is about: 
Our world

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Jan Wienen

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