Stop dwelling in all of it
I'm tired of the same old shit
Things keep occurring
Memories keep blurring
The house is a waste pit
There's diseases in the stained carpet
Fun and cheer from parties appear
Laughter spreads across the walls
But in the end
We all have sinned
And we must take off our masks and fall.
Please tell me what you think
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I get it.
I understand this poem, we are going through the same kind of thing. I know life sucks like a bitch right now but we can only hope it gets better.
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Wow, this is kind of dark. Your 6th and last line break the flow of the poem a little, you might consider re-wording. Unless you were just venting, which seems to be the case, in which case you wouldn't be shooting for quality. Just remember...The masks can never truly hide us, our sins and faults are always seen by Him, and he loves us despite them, and is ready to pick us up again after the cataclysmic fall you prophesy.
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Interesting
Slightly metaphoric, while at the same time posessing a concrete quality. I liked it.
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