Darkened arch and glass so thin
I can’t reach out, you can’t see in.
The world’s face on a silver screen
Faint where I’m going, dark where I’ve been
The words chime on their old refrains
And older sins paint on their stains,
And I sit alone in silent thought
Trying to learn what I’ve been taught
Of how to speak, but words don’t come
For all my ideals this mouth is dumb.
The answers lie behind the skin
But I can’t reach out, you can’t see in.
Your lives whirl past in brighter hues
entwined with all the friends you choose
and I am the audience that fades
into the nights much duller shades.
But who's to blame if not myself
that little book still on the shelf
was always meant to stand alone
and win praise with its perfect tone
But I know not how to shine and win
I can't reach out, you can't see in.
Author notes
Not meant to be hugely negative or necessarily emotional. It's just my thoughts on my personal problems with socialising, which I'm not very good at because I never know what to say and I don't exactly come across as the friendliest person or whatever so I've never been the soul of the party. I just thought I'd explore the idea.
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Comments
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i really enjoyed reading this poem and loved the rhyming couplets
my favourite bit was:
The answers lie behind the skin
But I can’t reach out, you can’t see in.
thanks for sharing -
I like the repetition of your one line. They are set in the perfect place. Very nicely done. Great writing.
Kelli -
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thanks :-)
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