Deception
Oct 8, 2021
I swam amongst the penumbral shadows.
It’s darkness unbeknownst to me.
As a puddle that guise itself shallow,
Treacherous like bedrocks of the sea;
Grotesque was the truth we all dismiss,
Beautiful were the lies of make-believe,
We convinced ourselves that ignorance is bliss,
And credulous to schemes made deceive;