A Gradual Awakening Poem by DM W

A Gradual Awakening



I am mesmerised by the candle flame.
It makes me think of long forgotten days:
When I was busy searching for a guide
Who'd expose the grand theatre of lies.
In time, I was awakened to the facts.
Since then I've seen through all the masks & acts
Of the vain elites and their loyal servants.
Now I'm an expert; not a dilettante.

Sunday, February 9, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening
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