Reaching in to my pockets
My hands alone felt my purchased warmth
My cup poured full
Fine wine that few can afford
My thirst for rich quenched only my own
Building my house on a wink and smile
Walls so high they looked down at most
A flashy car that only fit two
My fat wallet steering the beast
A lane called fast
The steel choice I made for you
Ego and secrecy riding warmly along
Risk versus reward, go big or go home
I wondered why I felt so alone
Conscience and values quietly sleep in the trunk
Stories and life can never be unwritten
Run fast and run far
Close your eyes tight
Still, your past can never be undone
Put down your cards and tear down your walls
Toss your money to the winds that blow power and worth in to the direction of right
Time cannot be bought and never should have been for sale
Take your change and what remains
The only things left to offer and all that ever was
My heart
My time
Nothing less, nothing more
Dust yourself off and never again
Walk through that darkened door
~Alisa Hutton
Great poem with ice in the veins.
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Thanks:)
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My pleasure
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I like the photo as well
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Me too. Those smokey dangerous women;)
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loved the message !
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Thank you😊
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