Fake.

Born in defeats,

I refuse to what I agree,

Duality in all,

Ties perfection and little lies,

 

It glitters, rented from desire,

Wasn’t about the element,

Especially not about the fire,

Undone deeds and flowery decadent,

 

Whispers afloat,

Of eyes, spleen and dimensions,

Of the victory smothered with shame,

A road still, yet a lesser known way,

 

At the corner of the bed,

Hiding by the side of a street lamp,

Or a tree may be,

Fear crawls underneath the skin,

 

And the drowsy eyes that feel

The cloak of invisibility,

Led to the death

Of what at best was never me,

 

And all smiles out there... is all there is,

To punish and decorate,

I can fake the smile, even my death,

But I can’t again make...

 

... Oh I can’t fake.

 

The war is over, nothing is at stake,

I try hard...

Just can’t fake...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong and powerful words in this poem. The logic is very strong in your words.
"The war is over, nothing is at stake,
I try hard...
Just can’t fake... "
The poem is amazing. Thank you for sharing you words. I do appreciate.
Coyote

[Alicante lullaby]

i think that everyone among us is born with that innate extinct to fake since its neccessary for our survival...
nice,thought provoking write as always.

[Arabdha]

powerful emotions..sometimes no matter how hard you try you just can't fake..have to be what you are..this poem is all about that..good choice of words..and a great write..

I agree with what coyote poetry said ... and good ending ..
My choice of best expression :

A road still, yet a lesser known way,

Good Work .

[Tate Morgan]

Well i think it time we mop up the end and finish the tale.And get the last one out to turn off the lights