I Am What I Am

by Harley


I have no illusions.

I am what I am.

A novice conjurer,

A deceiver a sham.

A manipulator of words -

Witticism my sword.

Sarcastic verbose,

Hard to ignore.

All this to hide

The damage and scars.

A soul darkened,

Beaten and hard.

Ah, the stage awaits.

Time to perform.

Forge the word.

Create a storm.

I am what I am -

Perhaps even less.

You perceive an illusion,

A hoax a pretense.

The words are gone.

The poetry silent.

I conjure no more.

The magic is spent.

(jce) 10/31/00

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