American Sincerity

I've been besieged by yellowed years and so my youth is growing old

The folds of which smolder in  sin like mold

Rode the American roulettes till my momentum lost conscious

Insisted I could live on dreams parched and stretched thin

The apartments with grainy carpets, drained sofas  like  gaunted inns.

 

American sincerity.

In a high pitched nuisance of lightening

They say its only a dream,

part of being crafted and then born.

If this is so, 

Then why does the reality I feel seem so assassinated.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked your words and thoughts.
"American sincerity.
In a high pitched nuisance of lightening
They say its only a dream,
part of being crafted and then born.
If this is so, "
World had change. Old dreams forgotten. I was raised with utopia as the American goal. Today trying to survive in the last hope and dream of the common man. Great poetry. Raised thoughts and left the reader with something to ponder. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Then why does the reality I feel seem so assassinated.

[Joiedevivre]

a worthy conundrum to ponder on. Well written thoughts, felt deeply.

[icelandicblue]

The American dream can just as easily be a nightmare. Nicely penned.

[rohit sapra]

Assassinated is something which really displays the feeling of suffering. Dreams can turn true though when they crash then everything is really assassinated by our destiny.

[TrimarcoRansome]

A good write, I had to read it a couple f times to grasp the flow due to the changes in style, did you mean to write 'gaunted inns' or was it a grammatical error? it felt like it should be haunted. I am possibly wrong but in the English UK dictionary it does not recognize gaunted as a word, i did check for you.

[Stefon Napier]

I did. It just felt right to say gaunted.

[TrimarcoRansome]

OK I thought I would mention it, the freedom in our craft should not be stifled but artistic freedom encouraged. A good content and write anyway!

[SteveB]

Strong and honest. The first stanza was well crafted and while I enjoyed the piece I wonder why the decison to shift structure for the second? I particularly liked the "Rode the American roulette.." line. A vivid image.

[Leslie Philibert]

Lots to like here, the two couplets in the first stanza, and the critical, well written content.
Perhaps it generalises somewhat, but I have no doubt this is subjective reality, very well transported