The Call
As Jekyll looks hesitantly in the mirror
Hyde peers back with a haunting grin
Trying to dress myself in righteousness
Only magnifies the depravity of my sin
Wanting so bad to be something I’m not
And shocked to find the reality in my heart
That though I would to do the right thing
The wrong takes me over from the start
This madness has brought truth to light
Peeling back the beauty to reveal a beast
Exposing the monster of me in plain sight
Till I become honest with myself at least
So this horror has some merit to its haunt
The torment digging up truth like bones
Laying all the cards out on the table, CALL
My bluffing soul lays them down with a groan
I barely had a pair in my hand you see
Betting it all on the lie that I believed
Against a Royal Flush laid out on display
To trump all that my heart could conceive
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Author:
MDStone (
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- Published: May 16th, 2022 20:39
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
thought provoking, so very well written
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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