True Demise
Poem by Kendra J. Anthony
Writer of demise,
Seer of true lies that hide behind the false cries, amid the many.
Sacrifice the uncanny - feelings that arise.
Look up to the skies and remember;
We are here to surrender the distemper we paint within our minds.
Oh writer of demise,
Seer of deceit and dishonesty, you bring forth the true anomaly;
that lies beneath the novelty of modesty..
a prophecy.
You are but, a writer of aphorism;
the seer of truths, revelation, realism.
About the Creator
Kendra J. Anthony
She was a gnomist, a writer of beliefs.
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