Cruel words of a heartless soul,
Sundered my sympathetic day.
Walking from the black truth
Trying to leave it in the distance.
Ignoring it is like smoking for life,
Dieing slowly to take away the pain.
It isn’t the same.
Appearance deceiving my sloth persona.
Nobody knows my true lies and nobody will.
This social role I must fulfill.
I look like the guy who doesn’t last,
The guy left in the bleak past.
Rises
My spirit then into a blunt fall.
Plunders
Up
And
Down and all around I’ll never be found.
For when I catch up to the past,
I’ll be the last to wear this heartless mask.
A contest entry
- Behind The/My Mask by willowprincess.
525 points, ended March 2, 2007, 26 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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wonderful poem..... this is full of depth and meaning and there is just so much there....
I loved the last line - so profound
Fantastic write. and Good luck to you in the contest
Dragonfly
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Thank you dragonfly for the inspiring comments
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This is also a beautiful poem too! You are a great writer, keep it up and hang in there my friend, I understand what it's like. If you ever need to talk I'm here for you!
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Thanks again.
It's good to know somebody is here for me
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