Knavery Hides 

Fragments broken;

Dissentions of trust;

Knavery hides the death of silence;

Lost inside the rooms of memories;

Captured within the extols of erosive meanings;

Severed within the logic of reasons carousel;

The harsh hand of cradles grave;

Stolen with innocence of trust;

Thrown into the parlor of illusions;

The waif voices call a permissive name;

Speaking from other rooms of question;

Muffled like the suppressions of wisdom;

Veiled by the stones hidden echo;

The begot raft of broken held all;

Lost in the mirage of emotional turmoil;

Into tiny pieces of gratuitous belief;

Scattered in the halls of solitude’s mercy,

like discordance of empty truths;

Lost inside the rooms of memories;

Knavery hides in silence….

The harsh hands of cradles grave;

Resurrecting the nightmare…

Reality’s freedom was just a dream;

Left to shards broken slivers;

Reaching inside a memory torn…

(Written: February 13^th, 2009 1:34 p/m)

In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love

Embraced ~ Embrassé

poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique

Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley