Underneath a cracking shell
A fleshy creature screams.
The surface battered
Rots away
Revealing a presence long hidden
From sight.
The creature inside
The cracking shell
For once sees light.
The act is over
And long forgotten.
Now the truth
Bears fruit in the eyes
Of those beholding.
The story told
So long
Of a beautiful thing,
A gleaming white
Armoured knight
Unbeatable, unbreakable,
Breathtakingly unmistakable
Is rewritten in our minds
To reflect the truth.
The truth of the ugly, tiny soul
Writhing inside the shining lie
Now cracked open,
Unable to hide.
The truth
That those who seem bulletproof
Are rather weak inside.

About theonlyjoe

I am Joe. This is a collection of my ramblings, poems, stories, afflictions, victories, and the picture of my mind. Make yourselves at home. View all posts by theonlyjoe

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