Visage

truth of manipulation

Here I am
not much to offer
few on words
drifting in thought
chasing a dream
on the surface serene
epitome of grace
yet underneath;
underneath lies poison
the path I have chosen
miles to go
fallacious smile
all the while,
deepest ambition
sought after conviction
deadly vision
I aim to win
tempting
sweetest sin
coy
ensnared in mystery
trying so hard to get next to me
horrible toll
not much more to go
simple revalation
as continued degradation
falling
woe the greatest misery
antipathy
as I return
no more charade
I end this game
parting in sorrow
in company of despair
because;
you are merely a puppet...

Reviews

[Gandré]

a personal poem, an experiment using the suprising effect on the end, suffering by emotional mind is revealed by being that have enough of a rational manipulating mind, thank you for entering my contest. great poem.