You, the tainted doll held together by threads of shear illusion
Your hands move in a ghost dance
To display unshapely hearts
Down polluted sleeves
Your eyes are a forest of bare-naked trees; your voice is cruel
Like darkness’s swoon, we have collided
In an obtrusive melody that steals
All bravery as if trigger happy
We bleed our denial through bullet wounds of dishonesty
Its here we pretend to be something
Far from legitimate, dust won’t settle
On what never comes to rest
There is no climax, sigh, or good morning conversation
When we blindfold our hearts from our faces
Because what we fear the most
Is our own insignificance.
Author notes
prompt: encased in denial
A contest entry
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Comments
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Very nicely done. Wonderful imagery and metaphor. Humanitys greatest hubris is that it is the center of the universe, and it's greatest fear that it is not. Well written and many thanks for entering into the contest.
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WELL DONE
beautifully written word choice rich and full, flow simple perfection and rythem exact. Well done my friend.
totally loved it
*Go with God*,
Valerie
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