HYPOCRITE

I stand upon my pedestal

To be admired by all

To be noticed

To be seen.

Arrogantly, I survey all

Before me

Yet I’m too blind to see

The spiderweb cracks

Forming at the base

That the coat I’ve thrown

Upon me

Consists of all the lies I’ve

Told to get me here.

My shoes are made of clay.

The rose-colored glasses

With blinders on the side

Hide this sad fact from me:

Unbeknownst to me my pedestal stands

Upon sinking sand ---

And it is lowering me

Into the ground

At a rapid rate.

I’m weighted down

By all the bullshit

I’ve worn as my crown.

Yes, I AM blinded

To this sad fact.

I am a joke.

I cannot see

Forests from trees.

I am a hypocrite.

A sad, shallow shell

Of a man.

As I disappear

Into the sand,

I smile serenely

Oblivious to the fact

Of my utter stupidity.

I WON’T be missed.

by Thomas Childs Jr.

Email: twinchild9264@aol.com