ongoeslife Writing

The sun sinks slowly, Ever in the west. The crickets chirrupAt the water's edge in the east. The creek ripples smoothly,Alligators float silentl..

A poem about the masquerade that we all play sometimes.

Through a haze I see, darklyYour smile, welcoming,Your arms, openYour every word, deceitfulEvery laughter, falseEvery embrace, a clutch of deathP..