See where I have been,
lying prostrate before
a shattered road,
sifting through rubble
for realistic skin,
like you never had.
But the bones of
our family tree
are weak and aged,
torn between happy families
and happy fatalities.
The fog covers all,
while I wait for a dedication,
benediction of the soul,
to call from a shallow grave.
See where I have been,
lost between burning pages
and turned heads.
This is my future’s demise.
Author notes
I'm not sure about it.
It's not me, but it's not not me.
O.o That made sense in my head.
A contest entry
- Persona Poems. by unmasked synergy.
1500 points, ended June 7, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honesty would be lovely
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"It's not me, but it's not not me."
I know the feeling, but the poem does adhere to the prompt
the sadness i feel narrates itself from an imminent obscurity, a void in time reconnaissance
and the past as is always has a futuristic effect
which here seemingly has negtive connotations
thanks alot for entering
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I like this, you know. It's subtle and just brews sadness along the way. Sot but hits hard softly O.o
It's really good - and it's just you
♥
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This just sounds how useless you think your life can be and that it's leading to disaster. It takes a good talent to be able to express that clearly, in my own opinion. You are a good poet, I hope you can get through the pain.
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How can you say this is not you?!
Your opening stanza speaks volumes of your life and it just goes on to explain what an amazing poetess you truly are! Yes, you have had some really bad crap, but it's made you what you are today my friend and personally, I wouldn't want you any other way!
I think you
and am blessed to know you! 
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Nawwwwwwwwww
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Wow. I got chills thinking about the family tree like that. The imagery you did fit perfectly. I understand exactly what you said in the author notes. Well done
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