Wondrously opaque~ Gifts inside
covering up the surprise.
Gorgeous, lovely presentation to the viewers eye.
Wrinkled and fake, torn with the fringes hidden,
wrenched out of the way to get to the treasure
All happened so sudden.
Overuse has made it withered
It's forgotten its value,its purpose
to bring joy, love, compassion.
But this life has lots its season
This desire has lost its reason.
Misuse has left this one abused
Self mutilated, perceptions skewed.
Standing tall, so strong and capable.
Face made of stone, stoic and able.
Till you draw near and examine up close
Exposing the optical illusion
discovering its footing is loose.
Putting up a good front,
shriveling from within.
Don't poke, don't prod
for my walls are but
tissue paper thin.
