Death Baits
Exhuming dreams buried in time,
you're in a state of denial.
And concealing your misery,
the truth's hidden behind a smile.
Forged upon empty yesterdays,
delusion warps reality.
And you're lost in a fantasy,
where hurt's a matter of degree.
Illusion has confused your heart,
for lies are never what they seem.
And though scattered thoughts realign,
you remain reluctant to dream.
Anxiety accumulates,
morphing into a restless night.
And scraps of love are not enough
to satisfy your appetite.
The years flow like the sands of time,
to where disappointment awaits.
For donning your mask, everyday
hope diminishes, and death baits.
(Quatrain)
10/11/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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