In my pursuit
of glory, success, fame and bliss, I saw the path ahead torn apart in the darkest of lies, demons, deception and despair…
my old self crumbling; leaving a shrewder me: a fascist by choice…
Yet I sensed
traces of my pure old self raising alert; hold the reins of this intoxicating path to glory… else they swallow those tiny bits of my good old self and proclaim me a self-confessed RECLUSE Browse Deception Poems Stunning interpretation of Lies Magnificent feelings on Recluse
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Alone I sit in dark and cold, so much around,yet nothing to hold. The light beckons me Urges to see The honest feelings Spent on deceitful dealings. Stumble over a shattered dream and pain that made me scream. Missing are