Illusion
Friend of deception
An insidious bate
gaits in its enthusiastic fate

I wanted to say no
and stretched my reason so low
Frivolity, sensuality animated me
remained in hunger even when I dined on thee

Romanticism
Brother of artistic rhythm
in my heart painted this picture
of nomadic nature

I found myself in prison
in the cell of lady passion
I suffered from this eternal emptiness
Insatiable in my imaginative wilderness

Treachery
Friend of professed misery
Unable to live in her sleek unease
I froze under the coldness of her breeze

I slipped in abandonment
and my senses stirred in resentment
My broken wings broken
Unable to have flown

Impugned
Bad sister of misfortunes
She gnawed me in my loins
laid without mercy unto my pains

An air played itself without sound
In search of tone in this bound
A deafness for love installed itself
and became the source of my evil self

Copyright ©2007 Johanne Farmer