“Poetry”
By Shanice Skyers
The brilliance of this fiend,
is as a condescending paradox.
Poetry is seductive,
poetry is offending,
poetry is vile.
So kind it is seductive,
it draws you in, wills you to be honest,
wills you to bare your heart and soul,
wills you to make a keen discovery
to find yourself
on the lonely island that life's tides have drifted away,
then it embraces you with arms, warm and comforting.
But then it is offending.
After you have bared your heart and soul,
it is taunting,
it makes you ashamed,
it becomes the grey area between what is said,
and what is truly felt,
it becomes the truth, and you, the lie.
It reveals the ugly, the despicable, the unacceptable,
the inner self most try to hide behind facades and lies,
It pushes you away,
makes you distant,
makes you feel as if what is written is a lie,
makes you regret the honesty,
that has been stitched and etched into the page,
makes you deem poetry a lie,
and comfort to the masochist.
(c) 2013 Shanice Skyers
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