A broken heart,
An empty page,
That longs for beauty,
Brought with age.
A childish face-
Despising youth,
A heart which strives,
To mask the truth.
A mind which dreams,
And fails to live-
For fear that life
itself, won’t give.
A hidden face,
Amongst a crowd;
No doubt afraid,
To speak too loud.
A laugh which starts,
But wanes to gray.
A smile which breaks,
and fades away.
A voice which talks,
But longs to sing
For love-
That only age can bring.
Author notes
Option 4 - Hiding Yourself from Others
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration with Options by Dancing Feather.
700 points, ended July 10, 2008, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Absolutely beautiful poem. Perfect flow, and so on =]
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Great poem. I really liked this one...I think that everyone can relate to this in their own way. Thanks for the entry and good luck in the contest
Violet Nightfall
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