Pretender

Posted on November 10, 2013 by Helen

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I am a pretender to this throne
I am a joker out of time
I am an imposter in this realm
I’m a poet without rhyme

I’m a wearer of all masks
And such faces as I’ve worn
Are of warriors un-battled
And children never born

I’m a pretender in my heart
I’m a lover of such guile
I will never be heartbroken
It just could not be my style

I’m an actor on this stage
I’m a performer on the boards
I’m just the mutable clay
Lost in models where I’m poured

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4 Responses to Pretender

MichelleMarie Antell says:

November 10, 2013 at 6:26 pm

OH wow! I think I know this pretender you speak of. I love this!

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- helenvalentina says:
  
  November 10, 2013 at 7:14 pm
  
  Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
  
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summerstommy2 says:

November 10, 2013 at 6:33 pm

I like this Helen. For me the notion of us pretending to be a whole lot of things then never knowing nor revealing the real us comes through strongly. Well done.

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- helenvalentina says:
  
  November 10, 2013 at 7:14 pm
  
  Thanks Michael!! 🙂 🙂
  
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