False Pretense

I was pretending to be a poet
to find you
from the wilderness of desolation
a zephyr pregnant with rumours
that you lived your pain
in the labyrinth of words
floating like  an ephemeral phantom
between  fiery verses of your own 
and dark corners of strange rhymes
as if under a sorcerer's hushed spell
my fate hurtled toward your tempest
now that I've found you
I can stop pretending
neither poet nor storyteller
all I am is a man
nothing more
just a man.

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