Words look the same in the dark,

And with black blindfolding me,

I can’t find the light switch,

To light up the room and see the deceit.

Words sounds the same when hands,

Cover my eardrums, so I can’t understand,

The trembling pitches of voices,

The crumbling facade.

Words stand on their feet, alive,

But their truths stand in the heavens,

A barrier of worlds won’t let me reach,

Forcing me to remain grounded to earth.

With closed lids, I throw a dart,

Hoping to score a bullseye,

To win the prize of packaged trust,

With no adorned lies inside.