Impostors Poem by Mel Carter

Impostors



I step into the world

Where Hope's a tattered shroud;
Dread an iron band.

And, innocent, put neither on.

Each, ephemeral as Remorse,
Forged by fundamental fire,
Fades on Reflection

Acquiescing to Acceptance.

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