Deceitful facade, I've tired of you.
Endlessly renewing, outliving necessity,
A parasite, you feed on all around.
Your roots confuse even me.
Where do you begin and end?
I marvelled at your boundless capacity,
Projecting substance from nothing.
The core, my soul, is nearly depleted.
Your beginning and ending no longer matter.
The lie has consumed me.
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST. by penman.
900 points, ended October 21, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest
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