fleeting shadows through my fingers
strain like sand becoming mud.

tear ducts are rocks cracking in the heat
scorched shred seared bleed.

shoveling thoughts and words makes no difference
the paintings on the walls are all lies.

eyes watching and roaming they see nothing
the robber steals away the night.

an empty paintbrush inspired but mute
silently invisible colour dies.

the porcelain doll head on backwards
alone on a shelf it sighs.

disappointment there are no words
a pit of blackness recycled.

tomorrows are yesterdays this record scratched
beautiful moment fated confused.  

masks come off, reality glares astute
foolish fool fooled.