Beautiful Illusion
A Poem
A thin veneer is all we see
When we’re here
A thin slab of marble here
A dash of paint there
All to hide the stench
Of the rotting corpse
Of glory passed
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Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
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Comments (5)
Missed opportunities with 20-20 hindsight. Only not even my hindsight is 20-20, lol. Achingly relatable.
Nicely done!
Eric, wonderful inspirational poem!!!❤️❤️💕
VEry Nicely done.
great flow