Mundane

Grounded 

Ground is dead

Rotting 

Rotten thing 

I can smell it 

But my eyes can't tell it

Putrefying looks like Purifying

Living looks like dying 

I can't trust my eyes

Everyone parades a disguise

A world of hypocrites

But they call it a Masquerade ball

Drop the ball

Grounded 

Ground is dead

Rotting 

Rotten thing

 

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Juan Pablo Lynch

Wed 1st Feb 2017 13:09

Thanks for the comment Randall. I was definitely aiming for that circle of death in this poem. Glad you liked it.

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Randall Eckstein

Mon 30th Jan 2017 03:05

An interesting poem. I like the circular element, as it helps express the circle of life - but more like the circle of death.

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