You were my house of cards,
masoned upon this soil
eons it took,
to fill you;
with the brittle me.
.
When the quake of reality came along,
to my horror
you were my house of cards.
.
Reflections of fallacy,
I looked over my shoulders
only to find concrete walls
standing tall
Its fall on abort.
.
I smiled in idiocracy, at the miracle
to never realize, the misery.
All this while,
all my self caged, inside your walls of aristocracy.
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MIRROR OF ME | Poetry
Poetrya dance to the fleeting emotions, notes to the music of life, a story of everything felt and told yet still, so many stories; so very untold. Of nights spent in solace of people so much more. Rankings: 🥇#poetry - 40 [26/12/23] 🥇#po...
