The Deceiver

March 4, 2009
By Maggie Damken BRONZE, Middletown, New York
Maggie Damken BRONZE, Middletown, New York
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Stained-glass windows into your soul
Lucid, broken, cold;
A bright sky darkened by unknown entities.
What once made my heart swell
Is the same thing that now makes me nauseous.

Lips peeled back into a divinely curved smile;
I would have died at one time to be the reason.
Would have died to feel your laughter, deep and serene,
Caress and ease me away from my sea of sorrows.

Desperation was the fool that shielded my eyes,
That blinded me like a sickening cancer.

Abused;
Used;
Forsaken;
Forgotten.
At one point it didn't matter, so long as you
Spared the time to smile.

But the jester whose folly it was to inflict
Upon me such naivety found another game to play.
My dreams withered; the world's harsh reality was revealed.
Your wings, once white and angelic,
Became black with infection and
Dissipated in clouds of ash.

Venom and acid burned at my core
Enough was enough; I'd love you no more.


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