A wounded pride

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Trying my attempt.

 

A wounded pride

 

I'm wrapped in blanket thinking of the sweet sour mate

It was a moment on whose arrival I never foresaw or imagined

It invaded in the flesh piercingly like the struck of a dagger wielded by a frothing mouth of an avenger

 

Traveled were they to a fanciful wood of angeles

A space that occupies many minds in awe but in reality is artificial and infecund

It was all simple fun I was told

Splendor one spent and shared with the family

As to nourish and nurse my heart of a fretful fate was its initial plan

I accepted that innocent voice of mirage

 

Like a well-crafted mask, I was kept in the cage of love

Ready to submit all I ever had:

my trust and transient currency.

Deemed more appropriate the latter was for the ocassion

Relagated my intangibles into the pin were the rest

to be either recycled or discarded for good.

 

Suspenseful my longing hang in the air

A miracle descended on me delivered on a disguised co-incidence;

a past encounter;

It was an anxious call I made to fullfill a promise,

to a sidekick and friend with whom his help was immediately saught

Asking for a favor to transact a business on my behalf

Which was to benefit the sweet sour and the wolf in a sheep's clothing

And his unforgettable advise ringed after the discovery of truth,

"Woe is unto a brother who fell for that innate bend

For she values neither blood ties nor what lies ahead

but what outward embellishment catches her eyes."