Hypocrisy – Poetry Submission

    New Theory Poetry Series

    Hypocrisy

    This reflection

    Is not mine; yet his intention

    Invites this insidious infection

    That leaves innocence in question.

    My soul is in shambles

    My sorrow flows in rambles 

    The reflection molds and dismantles

    Me with all I’ve handled.

    My personality mirrors split

    Valid violently veers adrift

    My fear is a gift

    Given from the Satanic Sith. 

    New job less than a week after graduation,

    Hey congratulations; you’ve had the patience

    For the little things; grow while gracious.

    A matured man reaches through the matrix. 

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