lone self doubt: the assassins toy
You hide in the shadows
The ones where I hide, me, myself
Un sheath your weapon
And glide with ease and the grace of saints
A subtle ploy, a distraction
Words sharpened, honed, fly from your bow
Me, Oblivious to all;light filters in through, empty
Syntax levelled then raised from its floor
The verbose assassin, the sage of deception
Hates all that devour what his idleness can’t buy
He is time without depth or a perceptive eye
The winds of chance soaring a gamblers lie
Relentless and dogged;his love is well hidden
Behind the shadowed eyes, a reptiles grin
A forest of green surrounds him, he’s too opened eyed
To ever be at one with himself, love and be free
(2013)
A poem inspired by people putting you down,or throwing snide and unwanted comments at you.
