Thursday, December 29, 2011

Eyes of Delusion""

Your beautiful words feed me
Like rain drops on blood roses.
Yet it's the vision you see
That I must question
For it's not what my mirror exposes
The reflection I see is foul
The beauty only covers the beast
My self-esteem is low
Exterior beauty's all I can show
Under the moonlight
You're the perfect feast!

©2008 Thomas L. White III

1 comment:

  1. This may be your best poem to date because of the imagery, the diction and the lack of rhyme throughout.

    Paula Lorraine