Skin upon skin
Skin upon skin
A complex combination of smile and grin
Layer upon layer
Not one has a prayer
A kaleidoscope of people within me
A costume for each, you agree
I shield the birds eye view
My time spent with each of you so few
No one can claim me
for any price or fee
It was such a nice game
Until he called my name
Mephistopheles do you see
And like that I was free
But he turned to leave
It was His trick to deceive
Cut open once more
As only lions roar
Vulnerable and unbound
I was lost and then found
I had thought him so fair
But his tricks laid me bare
There I lingered too long
lost in the song
Captivated in his trap
I lose all bearing, mark and map
Here he reveals his price
My heart will not suffice
I enjoy the buoyancy of the rhyme and rhythms.
ReplyDeleteI hope it all turns out for the best.
Thank you Drodbar! It actually started out as one poem, then I tried to turn it into something else....I think I may have lost my footing in there.
ReplyDeleteWriting is therapeutic for me, so it helps me.