Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting this week’s #3LineTale. The Tale became an entire poem.
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“Gold” by Imagine Dragons
Now you’re blessed, so confess all your lost dreams,
Diamonds, emeralds your curse, tearing your seams.
How do you know it’s all real, that you still feel?
How do you cry, when you’re numb and reeling?
Too much gleam of Ag, shallow and false,
You heart doesn’t thump; Midas stilled its pulse.
Such appeal of golden apples faltered —
You can’t eat metal, push away your faults;
Hide your cursed shining touch, voices hush —
No more lies; who now can you even trust?
Everything you graze turns to gold, gold, gold.
You’re a statue bathed in it, no old —
Friends by your side; ruler of cold and stale.
No wine and meat, it’s as ash chewed, inhaled.
Hollow, bathing in liquid gold streaming,
Trying to define it meaninglessness.
Your void in life, as you fade down the corn maze,
A woman hopeless, in a smokey haze.
Life’s no dream when your touch destroys all inane,
You’ll not escape — greed’s your ever-long shame.
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