I tried to be transparent, but brumous were the walls of glass that kept me in my guise,
The cold world around me teeming, a billowing fog of cloudy lies,
A history of secrets hid from plainest view,
Provoking thoughts in silence are sadistically askew.
When will the window clear,
When will transparency transcend,
To give way to break of day,
When will the half truths fade?
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Imaginatory: A Collection of Poems
Thơ caWe all have a bit of insanity in our imaginations and personalities. For some of us, it is relied upon heavily day-to-day. For others, it is hidden deep inside the recesses of their mind and few get a chance to see it. This is a collection of works...
