Real

Response from my "I'm No Superman" spurred more from me and the muse.

What tangible ornament shadows,

over the lives of such vivid souls?

No where to prove;

Nothing to go...

When the real is left unseen,

obscured by a veil of falsehoods,

with mask a timid demeanor masquerading,

truest sinister nature beneath the lies,

insubstantial wasting on wanton hands,

consuming without regret or remorse,

tainting all with thickly layered venom.

The real left like stale refuse,

scraps long gnawed of their nourishment,

many taking for granted that which is real,

yet finding only sorrow and self pity,

doing better found too scary to even try.

The instant, the quick and the disposable,

when natural, real and sustaining is there,

real deal thrown, tossed aside;

left to die,

failing to expire,

filled with desire,

passion filled fire,

Longing without tire.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"left to die,
failing to expire,
filled with desire,
passion filled fire,
Longing without tire"

Some things are scary to discover, to find hidden especially hidden beneath the lies. It is easier to dispose the lies than the fear of them. Excellent...:).................