Only Yourself

I thought I knew better

Taking people at face value

You do not see it

But there is always a glint

Behind them

Concealed so well

Be good

But never deceived

Trust nothing

But yourself




Drifting in a dream

With its soft caresses

And convincing allure

Deeper into its spiral

Of picturesque romance

That paints you blind

Deceptive and dragging

Until the weight drops you

Stuck in a crevice of deep denial

Desolate in that dream

Or so it seemed

Now a fully raging nightmare


Returning to poetry writing after a year and a half. That’s a long time!