Denial

Denial, they say

is not a river in Egypt

it's a voice of reason

stuck under a bucket

in the darkest recess

of a soul able to hear

that drip, drip, drip

of the dam wall cracking

but hoping that the sun

evaporates

a trillion tons of bad karma

before tomorrow

or next week

or next month

but that day never comes

instead

the tide rises

and not all boats rise with it

some wrecks 

stay tied by chains of darkness

deep, deep, deep

under sands of forgetfulness

a piece of dirt

sits, hidden

in an oyster of lies

never again, seeing

the truth of blue skies.

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Someone needs a morning bagel