Brian J. Stafford

Gold Star - 7,033 Points (10th February,1951 / Manchester, England)

Master Of Illusion

Poem by Brian J. Stafford

He's a master of illusion,
a puppet with no strings;
No matter what you order,
it won't be what he brings;

He's a crafter of delusion,
a destroyer of dreams;
No matter what he tells you,
you won't be in his schemes;

He's a maker of confusion,
a meddler of mind;
No matter what he shows you,
It won't be what you'll find:

He'll leave you where you started,
But feeling like you've departed.

Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts

Form: Sonnet


Comments about Master Of Illusion by Brian J. Stafford

  • Sankhajit BhattacharjeeSankhajit Bhattacharjee (3/23/2020 7:02:00 PM)

    sensational as well as emotional.................10+(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 23, 2020