The Art of Poetry

I am a poem;

 You can not grasp me at first glance,

My essence is not easily perceived,

My truth lies in the depth of my thoughts,

My exterior is a path down a decoy alley,

I can only be unearthed with an open-mind,

 Coupled with eyes that

Are able to extricate details,

My purpose is conveyed in metaphors and similes,

If I did not represent one thing I could easily be misinterpreted as

Anything,

My surface aims to distort but if you search deep within the context then our minds shall synchronize.