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In Closets, Behind Eyes

I eek the veil,
peeking through secrecy
to manifest esteem,
as equal to my world
as ethic I’ve denied it,
left shuttering in a closet rife
with the burden of my bones.

I deflect and blame
eroding identity
into narrowness of self-deceit
where righteousness holds me firm
to the fallout of my pride.

Beaten back are gospels of liberty
laying me open as an illusion of mettle,
no less the aromatic of a rosebud
than to spite the thorns of its rebutted
consolation in defiance to reach
its fragrant aura.

I am first and last resort
and a cell to fate and its destiny
known only to each harbor
from which my truth sets sail.

If candor be your claim,
seek no return
from what I am devoid of,
as I turn wayward
toward all I shrink behind
in realization of deceit
no guilt or shame could ever rectify.

About this poem

This addresses people and the secrets they keep. We all have skeletons of which there are no exceptions. This poem talks about how we live our outward lives in light of, and despite, the fact that inside only we know the secrets we hold and how they can affect our esteems and egos as we live fraternally twin existences.

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Written on March 09, 2022

Submitted by TortillasAreNotBiceps on April 16, 2022

Modified by TortillasAreNotBiceps on March 16, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 819
Words 176
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 7, 5, 6, 4, 7

Steve Dupere

Steve has been writing poetry for 25 years. To date his work includes his book of poetry entitled, Waltz of Semantic Tongues. (Blurb.com) more…

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