Tear stained letters
of frayed words.
I don't cry for you
I cry for them.
They who wear the masks
of friendship,
and yet are demons in disguise;
Helpful when it betters them;
Gone when it better you.
Their presence marked only by shadow,
shadow dominated by fear.
I rely on these demons for companionship
but they turn and run at first call.
What am I to do with myself
when I am all alone
with nothing but the tear stained sentences for company?
CRY?
SLEEP?
RUN along the sides of those demons I desperately hate
calling for forgiveness.
The heart beats out of my chest
very slowly.
I can't feel it anymore.
I must be hollow;
like a tree.
Will a blackbird come and nest
where my heart once was?
Maybe if I stand still
and let time pass me by.
If you wish to see me,
come and see what time has done.
Author notes
I don't like this poem at all. It is nothing more than jumbled garbage written in anger. Tell me what you think.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well written but very pointed. I wouldnt be surprised if there was a razor's edge intended to be on this one.
Dont let quarrels spill over and effect who you call a friend. You may have a friend whom has taken the mask of a demon, and yet kinder eyes hide behind that mask.
Take care Paige,
Tortured Soul and Mind
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