Deceptive World

The hands on my shoulders,

Don’t really mean an assurance,

The tears that flow in beads,

Are actually not of repentance,

Nothing is what it seems,

Nothing will seem what it is,

This world, a cradle of deception,

Garden of lies, cunning and tricks,

The glamour, the dazzling image,

In the mirror is a gloomy night,

Promises, commitment and love,

As fake as the passion they ignite.

From My Poems: Twenty Ten