Posted in drama, My Poetry, Writing

What’s At Stake

An incomplete truth,
Innocuous white lie,
The insolence of youth…
Your conscience long since died.

Just look at your reflection —
Does it not make you cry?
An intricate deception:
You smile and weave more lies —
An insincere attempt to apologize.

There’s limbo in your eyes —
You’re nothing but a fake.
But don’t you realize
Your very soul’s at stake?



Absolutely fantastic procrastinator. Creative, often irrational, hyperactive. Reader, writer, artist, photographer, film-maker, gamer.

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