Broom

I am here, but you do not care to see
I am here, a duty I fulfill for you
But you don't seem to see
Don't seem to care

I am merely a mask
I am merely a tool
Your words are beauty
But hollow without action

I offered up freedom
To be the keeper of your secret
A false facade to show those
Those who may not know

I am here, here alone
Fed with hollow words
The broom with which you clean
The chain of your fear




Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2018-01-16 at 20:16

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