My season is in the time of fall. Red leaves and dark skies. Naked trees and tall lies. Perpetuated by bright skies and cold winds, shivering cold with frail limbs and false perception of a warm day. Cold and dry with blistering blows of wind stabs. Naked to the eye it is but blind it might be that my point of view about a man may be impersonated through me. Yet, difficult to recognize but not hard to understand. Waking up with deceitful eyes, blurred vision and slurred speach. Sometimes even misunderstood by me. Never knowing the outcome of a climate unknown as mood swings. Gloomy to jolly, jolly to gloomy, sad to neutral, then it never ends. Decepted by false warmth and honest breezes i'm cold... no not freezing. Loyal to the deception that I feel no need to take charge of. Letting it flow like the waves that are so true. Misguided by the rain and then left in the cold blue. Cold and hungry I am determined to feed what bangs against my soul. Feindin to release my secrets untold. Woo one and kiss another with my lips unfold. Six words divided two equals the same duplicated amongst three told two by me. So what is it thy ponders? Only to spit at the reflection distorted in the water. Never careless always cautious. Numb to the weather but feeling the deception with a cold heart and a warm mental. Manic smiles may seem honest but hold lies between the teeth....... Deception.
Deborah Williams
09/15/2020
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