Lying To Myself-Melting Snowball
Ravenous thoughts like moths eat ever larger holes in the fabric of my mind,
while floundering, evening's slow retreat into darkening dusk sighs
cold disparate release of the effete emotions I hide,
as in the ebon sheet of quilted evening shadow,
behind my conceit and feigned smile, I lie.
To all that I greet on life's broken path
I contrive sweet sentiment,
as I complete my own
deceit.
04/14/2018
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2018
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