Dancing With Deception

‘Dancing With Deception’

The painful thrums of
All the yesterday’s echoes,
Loud, rattling, left in the
Back of my brain,
Beating the remains of
Today’s happy moments.

I am defenseless against
It’s gripping fingers.
O’ what am I, but a mere
Puppet, dancing with deception,
As my master, my Time, pulls
All the precise strings.
~~~

© Ada