The Imposter

Suddenly he appears

slipping-slithering into the room

nobody knows he is here

playing, make-believing, as if he is real

calm and cunning he creates

tricking all within his reach

even he negates

that sickening feeling much too late.

Maybe you’ve seen him once or twice

acting out in spite of life

the imposter is real, in his mind

hiding out behind-behind

behind this melting facade

called, mine.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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