Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2304974

Finding out the lie.

There are tales of jewels
hidden amongst the swine.
How does one find

such

a treasure?
In a wasteland
there is no map
marking out the hazards,
traps, and fakes.

How to trust that
what is seen

and felt is real?

When the shards
of broken dreams
still make their home
in wistful hands.
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