Masquerade

by jimowensjr

Masquerading,

in the blue-orange hues of sunrise,

these hungry ghosts

of relentless longing,

of unceasing desire,

in the sudden silence

they call.

 

Haunting.

Pleading.

From across the waters,

they beckon,

“This is the way.”

 

“Come.”

 

From the chaos of the jagged,

shimmering rocks of

Comfort, and Wealth and Adulation,

these smiling Sirens of Deceit,

offer psalms of hollow peace.

 

Perched above the littered shoreline

listening to battered pilgrims

making final supplications,

exhaling despair,

breathing their final,

 

“Why?”

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