by Penned Parodist   Jan 3, 2021

You sound like the friends I am supposed to know
The past I’m impugned to carry in tow

A guilt possessed by what you have sewn
A fictional throne for you to sit upon

Power perceived by tropes you say
Dissolved in knowing its true cliche

For some we must focus on what’s relative
For you a convenient distraction that is decorative

The facade gives you high ground
Privilege of altitude which hears no sound

Be careful of judgements made in thin air
These judgements wreak of a familiar stare

When your conscience finds honesty
You will realize you aren’t looking upon me


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  • 3 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Great write - enjoyed the flow and structure too.

    In your fourth line from the end, it says be care of judgements, should this read be careful of?

    • 3 years ago

      by Penned Parodist

      It should. Thank you for catching the typo. I’ve updated it.

  • 3 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Nicely worded. If words are deceitful, they will unravel in the presence of truth.

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