Weakling in disguise

On the way down the road

Through twisted, thorn edged lanes filled with haze

A rhythm, I wish I didn't know

Dropped down, trodden along the journey

Only to stand up strong, but not strong enough.

Plagued with ill noted conceptions

Played with, deceived by self.

Inability to withdraw

like a doubled edged vision 

with me tied up within myself.

All of it for a dose of honesty

To see a bit more of me

An unaware need for acceptance.

However strong I become 

I still am weak.

Reviews

[Mary Bosworth]

stunning emotional feeling piece which I am very caught up in. Special.

[Sindu]

thank you very much..thank you for taking time to read it.