Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Sweet Apple.

You stand and watch, from a distance so it's like
It's like a play. Yes that's right. You played me.
A play on the world, maybe, yes, even the world was fooled.
I trusted you. Even when I knew better. But you had an apple.

You seemed so sweet and kind. There could be no harm.
A sweet old lady with an apple. I had just thought to make pie.
Watching me. She looked so intently. Maybe it's simply
her age and that is what happens when you're old.
No one could harm me here. No one even knows I'm here.

It's almost as if no one knows I exist. You knew though.
You sought me out. Your evil could not be hidden. His
light shines bright than yours an cast you out. Here I stay
strong. . . Be gone with you. No matter the mask, he tells me the truth.

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