Poem -

Shell Game

author
Steve Green
Shell Game

All my fault lines..

Deeply contained..

Self restrained..

Stone exterior
must be maintained..

One crack
and my self constructed wall
would crumble down..

Then peeps would see me
as I really am...

And that ain't so bad

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Views: 
390
Rating:
Total votes: 0
Tags: 
Perception Truth
Poetry Genre: 
Freestyle
Topic: 
Reality
Listed in:
Contest Entries
Log in to leave a comment.

more from Steve GreenSteve Green

Poem -
author
Steve Green

Down Elevator

Down Elevator

Everywhere

Nowhere

And anything in between

Such a fucking immense
abstract...

Total votes: 0
225
Poem -
author
Steve Green

The Book of Rigid

The Book of Rigid

When self righteous
holier than thou types
descend from the mountain
with their...

Total votes: 0
257
Poem -
author
Steve Green

Off the Board

Off the Board

Place your bets
with arrogant confidence

The odds rarely favor
those who roll with...

Total votes: 0
344

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -
author
sparrowsong

ANOTHER GREAT LOOK

ANOTHER GREAT LOOK

One day when they'll embarrass themselves to silence...

A very glorious day that will be......

Total votes: 0
38
1
Poem -
author
John Loopstra

A raven’s key

A raven’s key

Another week gone and again
dust by noise clinging, dulling the senses…

Even here, in the...

Total votes: 0
114
Poem -
author
sparrowsong

AFFORDABILITY PROBLEM?

AFFORDABILITY PROBLEM?

My Condolences to everyone affected...

​​​​Didn't any of your Viewers see you needed assistance?...

Total votes: 0
192

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com