The vanity, insanity
A twitch in my muscle memory
Not connection, but attention
Not affection, but deception
A pond masquerading as the ocean
A placebo in place of a potion
A shadow at dusk
An ivory-less tusk
To which I once was a slave
But I no longer crave
For the hole in my heart
That I’ve had from the start
Deep down in its core
Now filled with far more
Than any I could find
The years I walked blind