A mountain of lies,
built one at a time,
increasing in size,
right before my eyes.
A city of trust,
all covered with dust,
provokes deep disgust,
hopes begin to rust.
An ocean of pain,
swoops into my brain,
foresees greater gain,
breaks off buried chains.
A field of bright dreams,
light form orbs that gleam,
tears flow with the stream,
soul feels clear and beams.
A garden of hope,
blossoms, pick to cope,
old slippery slopes,
sealed in envelopes.
An island of thoughts,
displays inner force,
as life runs its course,
discover the source.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written in response to Crimson Creative Challenge # 212, hosted by Crispina Kemp
