The Chrysalis
The chrysalis of bad emotions boil
Evanescent expressions cross the lips
A plethora of lines like sea's turmoil
The talisman has lost its charming grip
Radiant sapphire deep eyes that desire
Dulcet voice in rhapsodic love song
A boiling cauldron steaming hottest fire
Not the idyllic iron pot that's strong
The felicity of the affair gone
Reality's presence comes to play
The plethora of felicity withdrawn
Clouds gather banked in dark charcoal gray
Evanescent talisman like a blond wig
Who has been had; who was it that was rigged
Rig in one sense means the act of swindling by some fraudulent scheme
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2016
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