“Living lie”

You’re a Living lie,

Truth’s fugitive on the loose.

Deception feeds on your insides like a cancerous disease;

And your streams of honesty are flooded with dark water.

You’re a Living lie,

An immaculate illusion that fools the naked eye so easily,

Like the colors of a chameleon harmonizing with nature.

So profuse are the lies, they created a wall;

Lo and behold, The Berlin Wall of false pretentions.

Cease to be a Living lie,

Burn the veil and lay bare your flaws.

Allow the truth to command your heart.

However deadly shame may be, conquer it,

For it only kills a man arrested by fear.

Dreams Vol 1: My Future

Years of sleepless nights bore the same dream,

That of My future, untainted.

Under the surrogacy of my imagination, it remains.

Yet it still shines, revealing the success so vehemently-sought by many.

It consoles me. It gives me hope,

Like a memory that wills a grieving widow to face the day.

Pessimism tried to paralyze my determination.

But it could not defeat me with its reptilian ways.

Each passing day I gain clarity;

I can smell the scent of prosperity that which destiny has in store;

I fear not the pangs of failure.

For I am the master of my own fate. *

*This line of the poem was originally written by William Ernest Henley in his poem “Invictus.” I don’t claim ownership over it; I just used it to conclude this poem because it fits.