I Stand Exposed
I stand exposed
Staring myself in the face,
my life a polished surface,
a mirrored oubliette.
reflecting my choices
reflecting my mistakes
I stand enraged,
at the futility
of it all.
Snarling and spitting
in impotent anger
I am a toothless dog,
A cat caught in a cage.
I stand corrected,
lies detected.
The veil of deception
torn from my eyes
at it's first conception.
I stand tall,
I refuse to fall!
Assailed from all sides
tossed by the tides.
My life exposed.
My anger risen.
My eyes opened
to falsehoods' prison.
I stand
still.
Still, I stand.
Steven Kenny
Tue 8th Sep 2009 21:37
Thank-you both for the positive comments! I wasn't sure if I liked it myself at first, I mainly wrote it just to put the word 'oubliette' into a poem :-)
The sentiment grew around that!