May 10, 2011
By brookedugan BRONZE, Franklin Lakes, New Jersey
brookedugan BRONZE, Franklin Lakes, New Jersey
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Constricted by the wicked snake,
By feigning wide-eyed finger shake.

This sphere of syntheticity,
A never-ending reverie.

Forced upon a pyrite throne,
A masquerade of skin and bone.

The tears are fraud, like liquid doubt
To cure the artificial drought.

The author's comments:
This piece was inspired by my feelings towards the outside world. It sometimes seems as if no one shares their true selves anymore. Identity has been lost, and authenticity seems long forgotten in today's careless, fast-paced society.

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