Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Death Baits

Exhuming dreams buried in time:
you are in constant denial.
And concealing your misery,
truth's hidden by a plastic smile.

Forged upon empty promises:
delusion, warps reality.
And you're lost in a fantasy;
where hurt's a matter of degree.

Flattery's lies confuse your heart:
for they are never what they seem.
And, as your doubts, gather in strength:
Hope can't suppress a silent scream.

Anxieties accumulate;
morphing into a restless night.
For scraps of love are not enough
to satisfy your appetite.

The years flow like the sands of time;
to where disappointment awaits.
And donning a mask of fake smiles,
Hope diminishes, while Death baits.

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Line Gauthier May 12, 2018 at 10:31 PM Charming lines here, Emile: "the truth’s hidden behind a smile", "where hurt's a matter of degree", and "scraps of love are not enough to satisfy your appetite" Emile Pinet May 13, 2018 at 11:23 AM Thanks Line, I appreciate your support. Emile.

Afolabi Muideen October 13, 2015 at 3:59 PM A well and a beautiful write Email, I love how your write was conveyed with extreme excellent.....brilliant one..........A.M. Emile Pinet October 14, 2015 at 10:38 AM Thanks Afolabi, I appreciate your comments. Emile.

Michael Tor October 11, 2015 at 10:10 PM Cleverly written Emile. Very sad. Emile Pinet October 12, 2015 at 9:36 AM Thanks Michael, I appreciate your support. Emile.

Greg Hoffman October 11, 2015 at 2:29 PM Really liked your poem. Forged upon empty yesterday's is a great line. Plus that is one freaky picture. Well done Emile Pinet October 12, 2015 at 9:36 AM Thanks Greg, I appreciate your support. Emile.