The Chameleon Poem by Phil Soar

The Chameleon



A Master of disguise was he
A chameleon in many ways
And he left his angry mark on me
When he haunted me for days and days

The doubts he planted in my mind
A hellish way to leave me prone
To the evil that he left behind
When he took away my mobile phone

Thursday, June 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life,parents,social media
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