Smoke And Mirrors Poem by Adam M Snow

Smoke And Mirrors



A charade of innocent - my disguise;
an illusion brought on by sorrow
- the dogma by which death cohere,
the enigma of which I am,
and all I am is smoke and mirrors,
hiding the truth behind a mask.
A cloak of my false being
- a disguise.
Hiding my emotions - my ethereal pain,
the reflection of a dying man.
Forever living in silence,
and there forever remains the change
- the forbidding lies,
only I know the truth.
A magician, an act of smoke and mirrors
- entertaining only you.
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Sunday, September 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: emotion
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