It's truly window dressing and nothing more.
We often ignore the flaws of talent.
Forgetting humans are fractured by nature.
A animal left fatally wounded beside the road.
I cannot hide the reality everyone chooses to ignore.
Mine is a worn out story with an ever tragic end.
We paint over flaws, but no matter the distraction they linger just the same.
Buried only in our imagination.
A new coat of paint hides nothing but the cracks.
The only ones who see clearly, are the so called blind.
We are fractured souls trapped together.
The only true question.
Is to what degree.
John Patrick Robbins, Is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review and Black Shamrock Magazine.
His work has been published in. 1870 Magazine, Romingo' s Porch, Heroin Love Songs, Punk Noir Magazine, San Pedro River Review, San Antonio Review, Red Fez and Piker Press.
He is also the Author of If Walls Could Speak Mine Would Blush published under his pen name Frank Murphy from Syndicate Press.
His work is always unfiltered.
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