DEATH Poem: HOAX, by Niharika Langer

I’ve skinned my knees a million times,
Violet marks are courteous signs,
Saddening vague virtues,
Your hoax altruistic crimes,
Greatest of sorrows,
Cracks of the pearly sky.
My incendiary bestows,
Viz heart-warming lies,
Crestfallen applause,
On the curtain-call
of my allure play that slowly dies.
Would thee accept the blame for my scorching execrate?
Or be the sinner of a poet’s written rage?
Torment gashes me for every line I create,
As for your hoax altruism,
I cannot contemplate.

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