Beyond her embellished façade
And beneath her gleaming veneer,
Behind the refined masquerade she assumes,
She’s devoid of all feeling but fear.
Outwardly blissful and inwardly struck
With the terror she’s forced to conceal.
Contriving and striving to fool all the world
Into thinking her falsehood is real.
A visage; her amour, her brandished defense.
Gilded by Grace, she’s assured
That her taints will seem faint and her talents abound:
Her perpetual farce is secured.
She toils and she slaves to uphold her charade
Growing weary from constant pretence.
To sustain: to refrain from revealing her dread
Is a brutal and leaden defense.
The mantle she weaves, the shroud that she spins
Unravels; her mask stripped away.
Transparent, Apparent; her cowardly truth
Is a beacon, pronounced, on display.
Her abject despair is no longer belied
By features sublime and serene
Screaming and teaming with all she’s held in
She’s exposed as she’d never foreseen.
No longer obscured, her fear subsides
And she basks in her final reprieve
Charades, masquerades fashion strife in the soul
And debasement is all they conceive.
A contest entry
- A Little This... A Little That by pimp daddy satin.
341 points, ended December 30, 2006, 72 entries
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Comments
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Really lovely! And no, I'm not just saying that to make you love me
The inner rhymes work well with the poem, the elevated vocabulary and you convey emotion well.
Now that I've tried (and probably failed) to give helpful commentary, I will merely say that I enjoyed it
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Brilliant
Your poetry seems to be written from that deep dark place, hidden under many layers of life.
This poem has yet again that definite rhythm and flow I have come to enjoy in your writing.
Another brilliant write.
Rosemary
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