Armor Death Mask
He pivoted the wrong way Musically inclined But definitely not aligned And hence, The long stalemate began His soul waivered With the impression Of a devilish mask A disguise His kindness mocked The persona Refusing to meld together So in limbo he remained He's a creation A motivational juggernaut Not dismissing spiritual blights Healing the lost A ticking time bomb One by one With the accuracy Of a sniper's bullet © Karen L Fleming 10.15.26 Support my poetry 🍯 My book Through the Silent Caldera 📙
