Seeds of Facade

His insides plagued with secrets

Glazed and suffocating slow

Confined to the skeleton of his conscience

The broken bones of what he knows

 

His mind escapes through fantasy

Where flaws are merely figment

Of his ash colored imagination

Shaded shames pigment

 

His guilt concealed and starving

He feeds self worth to the sparrows

Flying with eyes wide open

Into head space narrowed

 

His clear box tinted

In  only looks out

Manifesting what is

For others to doubt

He who knows the garden

picks the weeds of his

So not to see the growing

Of who he really is

Reviews

[Mother Maggie]

Here in the western world, we are conditioned by Judeo-Christian mythology which tells us of a vengeful diety who is ready to punish us for our past....I say it is the here and now that matter--the past with all of its stains is gone---the future is not yet here--only what we do HERE in THIS moment matter

[Mark]

the looking glass has a crack in it? Imaginative lines. I enjoyed reading.

[MoriartyMesa]

For one reason or tohter, I thought a young medical student while reading. His books and lessons mean next to nothing as he tries to hold his emotion with the subject on the table, mightin be I got it wrong, but that was the interpretation i felt

[sayed Mudasir Ali]

A wonderful stuff and I love your poem all the way .......................Hail to you poetess......

[Frieda P]

Intriguing read Keely, sounds as though some sinister secrets are being sown in this garden, one of my favorites of yours.

[B-poet]

A vivid & profoundly unique poem. Loved the imagery and written style you've conveyed here KeelyJane. Great work. An intriguing write & read. :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Nice use of the garden imagery, giving a more sinister feel than would be expected.

[Jack...]

Very cool my friend. The message ehere may be hidden in the weeds, but it blooms nicely on the page.