Wearing a Flashy Smile
When the wheel of time crushed my fighting life,
the battle lost, I lay in the debris of gloomy ennui,
wondering if my vain existence was an anomaly.
I gave the novel liberty to my avant-garde mind,
that made for me at least once a baroque mask,
I wore its flashy smile to play the dilettante role,
for I’d come under the trance of displaced déjà-vu.
June 23, 2020
Contest : It's Only Make Believe
Sponsor : Regina Riddle
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