I Am What I Am

I Am What I Am

by Harley
(wayenken1@aol.com)

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.

² (jce) 10/31/00