Watch for it,
That sly glimmer of past that creeps through
So sweetly it caresses,
Buried once again.
Eternally missed,
A cage of gilded iron and longing.
A fool once thought-
But it’s cold to the touch,
Numb with frost.
That smile that says more
But never seen
A throne etched behind the crown.
Can they mark the blind man's mask?
Can he see through his own trick?
When that wall breaks,
There must be something left
Something to keep the tide at bay-
For it sustains like no other,
That one control that is left
The enticing ire so warm to the touch.
What does he find but the hollow?
It's better to see yourself through
Remember what that smile was once worth.
It's all just a game anyways
And somewhere around there'll be better days
YOU ARE READING
Games for the Soul
PoetryA stream of consciousness that came after I went through some personal drama. I had shut myself down emotionally for too long and when it all came crashing back I took a good look at myself. This is what I came up with
