3 AM

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a maiden morning ray

is all what it takes

hush a heart, writhing

woeful and ashamed

 

now that I am up, agonized

life treads, turns up gray

night snarls at me,

pardoned with eyes awake

 

blissfully proud and drifted away

in diurnal deeds of forte,

singing songs of merry

of facade, foibles disobeyed

 

©Written Frames, 2018

 

 

 

 

 

Costume

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a man’s masquerade

demand of action betrays his visage

words crack

the mirror of his reflection

costume of conceit is unzipped

 

turn back

to the pavement of perilous highs

there swings a golden braid of love

cling your flaws and jump

the pulley salved with belief

pulls you in a costume stitched

with one’s predilection

 

I cater for your eyes

my dalliance, if not in mine

in the end, ‘the end’

we all shall be loved

briefly, and

perhaps content

 

©Written Frames, 2018

We do not need anybody more than we need ourselves to know ourselves.