A Trick of The Light

Such volumes
The heart speaks

Such truths it hides
In fluttery undertones;
A turncoat to fake ambitions.

Such twists and turns,
Pitfalls it cannot help but fall into.

Heads strong
But hearts weeping,
Secret fights
And nightmares designed to creep
Into the deepest recesses
And start the inevitable decay.

Clear and yet distorted
Real and yet easily imagined,
Well heated but as cold as stone
In the same instance.

Tortured but ultimately
Freed from greater purgatory.

Sinned upon
But only worded deeper for it,
Blamed but adversely thanked;
Still too many times silenced
By another sly wrist's pulse.

Tricked into misleading itself,
Changing the rules of the game.

Subtlety a gift given
Or shied from,
Redundancy or dependence
Turned out on the ill weather
And hurled into the battlefield
Unknowingly.

Either way;
The game can only be
Played from several weighty positions.