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
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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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.