Night rode a long way, <br />to hide in the dark what might be, <br />secrets impossible to find conclusively, <br />imagery of light shading the reality. <br /> <br />Mockery from the inside hides the cause, <br />what might be guilty conscience speaking verbally; <br />about deeds, and every inept distress, <br />tumbling from the head with agony. <br /> <br />Fearful eyes rise in tears to breathe a dismal cry, <br />what might be taken for granted; <br />is often a misconception of reality, <br />offering the hope of illusion implanted. <br /> <br />Lusty shadows of night drawing near, <br />watched close by dark spirit, <br />wandering through the atmosphere, <br />expecting the soul to contradict. <br /> <br />Fear tremble beneath the veil of flesh, <br />deception covered what might be; <br />mercy shielding our secrets in darkness, <br />where the intention is to deceive.<br /><br />Gerry Legister<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-might-be/
