Johnny Sumler Poet Dizain

Deception

I did not know the man behind the mask,
Although our height and weight are of the same.
Which led many a folk to pry and ask,
Dear Sir, how do you do, speaking his name.
The irony, our names were of the same.

Could I perhaps be he who hides his face?
For we seem to always share time and place,
Yet I'm a single man and he is not.
I wonder if I have fallen from grace?
Living a lie and not knowing the plot!

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Elizabeth Wesley January 5, 2012 at 2:56 PM Soup mail.

Sara Kendrick December 7, 2011 at 5:08 PM Enjoyed reading your very creative work..I am glad that I chose this one to read this eve..Thanks for stopping by and reading my Tanka..I appreciate the time spend at my work..Sara

Poet Destroyer A December 7, 2011 at 12:39 AM Johnny, a very deep, and questionable meaning~ENJOYED.. thank you for sharing your wonderful poem;-) Have yourself a very lovely day, always,..p.d.