Subconsciousness is weird

[Equinox]

Paradigm

Enough with façades
And barricades of withered figures
Of bloodied members
Of dying dreams to never be free

The façade of good health,
Good faith, and good thinking
The many things that seem to be close
And yet they remain blinking, blinking..
Here and there, within grasp yet so far from wealth

A complete masquerade of positivity
Not just fortune as it may, but the perception
That odd perception of all to go to plan
That odd curse of man
To be great and stand tall
And even still, to one's face he may fall
To none he may call reception

Rejected by the one's around him
A king of no people
Cast away on a whim
A ruler of dust as a churchless steeple
Standing tall among roaches
As nobody approaches
To greet him would mean to be
The last thing another would see

Cast away to flee
Any hopes of a plea
Tis' be me
Dispersed as bagless tea
Drifting in scolding water
The king of none is left to be

@Freedom-Writers-Writing
Critiques welcome

[CrowHunter]

Very sincere piece. Poetry is hard work and this was a good read.

[Equinox]

@CrowHunter thanks! I appreciate it!