The Minister
You start out with words
With meaning and pull
Until you look deeper
And find they aren't full.
You mix them in patterns
And then rearrange
But the more that you do
The more you feel strange.
You then find a mask
To hide what you've found
And live with the mix
Because you feel bound.
You talk more and more
To cover the chink
With words that confuse
To hide what you think.
The dissonance grows
And hits at your head
As you read out the script
Feeling half dead.
The fight in your mind
Makes you feel queer
So you smile and pretend
To hide all the fear.
You feel like a fraud
Stuck in this show
And you slowly go mad
As there's nowhere to go.
Joy Weare,
22nd May, 2010.
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