Spilled ink – Page 30 – A (wise) man of two faces

Jungian

A shadow repressed,
Anima and Animus:
the who we are not.

A family of four
who wants one more
has fun trying,
but I’m not lying,
they’re a little sore.

You should wear a smile,
because you cannot be sure
who might be watching.

The digital age,
a fingertip connection,
and hearts miles apart.

Jeannine,
you broke my heart,
and tore me to pieces,
but now I’m strong enough to say
your name.

The noble demon
carrying his honor
among God’s liars.

The voice whispered,
“You should have kissed her,
but you lost your head,
you froze instead,
and now you’ve missed her.”

You seem familiar,
but I can’t remember where
I’ve seen you before.

The day is filled with
the hustle and bustle of
just what, exactly?

I’ve lost the light
guiding me tonight;
I can’t find the way,
and I’m starting to stray
to the sinister.