The Flawed Teacher


A lesson learned in time?

Over exposed…in the darkest reaches of my mind.

Happens…sometimes on my way back home…where I no longer belong.

Most definitely, in childhood songs.

Lyrics where I had hoped to belong.

Always, a smile for the audience of one.

All skills set in the dust below my feet.

Intentions in a dug…well…dried in defeat.

The flawed teacher said,

‘only five seconds for showers!’

I, the student, whispered,

‘Put away your cross come down from your tower of power!’



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