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Oct 05
poem
Izzy Mitchell...

Please, Enjoy the Show

Stranger danger.
Someone save her. 
She’s the one with the smile. 
Hold on darling,
We’ve just started
And this may take a while.
Smoke and mirrors
Hold you dear
Until they steal the show. 
Cracked reflection,
Not to mention
Time is running low. 

This grinning mask
Is meant to deceive you. 
A first impression
They’ll never see through. 

Welcome, welcome one and all.
See her dance
Then watch her fall. 
Take a seat,
Enjoy the show. 
Of all the things you’ll never know. 

Puppetmaster, hear me please. 
I’m pleading, begging on my knees. 
Disaster, ask her what she needs.
Or at least just set me free.
Oh please. 

Roses smell sweet,
Looks so pretty,
Until it’s ripped from the ground.
When it dries up,
Then its time up.
Look who’s laughing now. 
Keep it boxed up,
Leave it locked 
up high just out of reach.
Burn the ladder,
Then what’s sadder,
No one asks to see. 

This grinning mask 
Is meant to deceive you. 
A first impression
They’ll never see through. 

Puppetmaster, hear me please. 
I’m pleading, begging on my knees. 
Ask her, ask me what I need.
Or at least just set me free.
Oh please.
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  1. gaia_lenox
    Oct 07, 2020

    This is incredibly powerful, the imagery along this the rhythm and rhyme scheme make the delivery succinct and impactful. I've been reading it over and over again trying to pick my favorite line

    Gaia Lenox

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