BEHIND THE SCENES
Confessions of The Chippy Man
Perhaps, tonight, I’ll dream a dream,
Of lies, you’ve told, behind the scenes
The strength of me you once confined
In graves, you dug with greed in mind…
This woman bleeds, with tears of grace,
He ‘baffles brains’ to save his face
Throwing stones from his crystal throne,
To feed the ruse, he’s not alone…
You think you’ve won, you poor, poor, man?
Not counting on my simple plan
When you’re denied, obsession thrives,
You cannot run, your sins can’t hide
Perhaps, tomorrow I’ll find the words,
To write the truth in captured verse
No part of me will ever cease,
To bring to light your cruel deceit!
© Wendy Phelan - July 2022
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Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Born in NZ, living in Australia. With a passion for writing from an early age. Traumatic experiences peppered my life but, gave me deep empathy and unconditional love. Poetry/writing are the best therapy and bring me peace, I hope to share.
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Brilliant!!!
This was an amazing poem! Very beautifully written!
Well done my friend! As someone who has written a few songs I know how hard it is to find the few words that say a lot. Nice job.👍 Deserved a heart from me.