It's table tennis, but with your heart,
Another lethal stab, it tears apart,
The ball bouncing from left to right,
A pernicious game, a fatal fight,
You know you're dying, but you're all alone,
The spurious care, saccharine as sweet scone,
They're playing with you, each point a scar,
It swallows you up, like vile tar,
Covering you, a terminal disease,
Society's standards, you try to please,
Opening your eyes, but you cannot see,
Open your mouth, no words are your glee,
Move your hand, no gestures come,
The cold surrounds you, your body is numb.
Like duct tape around that fabulist tongue,
Like contaminated water, filling each lung,
looming in the shadow, behind the gold,
buying acceptance, you easily get sold.
Society is a cycle, with a hostile end,
You play the role of a humble friend,
cheating the attention, an attempt to feign,
No longer a leader, so the status will reign.
YOU ARE READING
Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
