Lexy Sogl

Rookie (15/08/92 / São Paulo, Brazil)

Corner Of Mendacity - Poem by Lexy Sogl

Thoughts of him
Push me in a corner

built for my own mendacity

I try to overlook
My rusted feelings

But do I really?

Can I look at your pastel face
Straight into your severed eyes

While your black rose buds
jerk at me
As I covertly

my way out of the room?

I know what I articulate
I also know
What’s true

Certainly, I don’t actually

Leaving my
amorous memories

Certainly, It roasts my insides
Certainly, It accentuates my Achilles' heel

But certainly

Without it, I am only but a hollow tree
Uprooted in nothing
But the hell hole

That awaits me

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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