Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Matryoshka

Secrets nestled within secrets
like russian dolls
brilliantly colored
and on display
if one chooses to see.

You open one up,
only to find another
an unwitting player
of a never ending game
full of pain and deceit

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

God I love this poem!! I love the Portishead song on your Playlist too.

Have a pleasant evening

max xavier said...

Thanks Brandon! I enjoy your work as well.

The Portishead song is a favorite of someone I love very much. I leave it there as a reminder of him.