Monday, October 31, 2016

Doors Closing


Said plainly, it is fruitless when I share.
Work goes in and yet there is no response.
It lives in a void to die a slow death
Because it is hard to see a soul bare.


No one wants to actually read now.
Too few can handle the ugliness there
That is laying between a few letters.


Time for an ‘Elevator Pitch’ affair
I have to be quick to trick or ensconce
The attention need to give life’s breath.
Now it is all electronic warfare.

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