Twisted

Twisted

I sit and breathe this air

..........pondering

arrogance manifests arrogance

too many deeds get left undone

questions go unanswered

as do prayers, sometimes

truths bear hidden lies

yet lies seldom bear truths

meanings are lost

in moments of lust

webs are woven and tangled

trust mangled

love strangled

hatred multiplies

in a world that justifies

twisted behavior

of manipulative beings

trying to twist and shape

everything and everyone

to fit into their molds

a misguided presence

irregular in shape

and lacking luster

like twisted olives

dry and discolored

 fallen from an olive branch

that once held hope

where now regrets

like fruit

live and die

in the bottom

of an old martini glass

bj smith aka shallimarRose

Reviews

[Keith]

We feel the sadness of someone hurt way too often. Those vivid metaphors, hopes and aspirations die like the olive never to seed. And the cruelty of this..

"of manipulative beings
trying to twist and shape
everything and everyone
to fit into their molds"

[ron]

It is sad when lust was the foundation of love. I feel the pain of the poem Rose.

[ron]

Your welcome Rose. I know society can be twisted.