Deep inside a secret held,
hidden far from all to see.
Underneath a rough facade,
a mind and soul who can't agree.
Into the darkness, I glare for hours,
so difficult for me to see,
where inside I can finally find,
a true and deep beauty.
Author notes
*poot*
Written November 29th, 2004
A contest entry
- Show me your world. by Life is Death.
300 points, ended December 3, 2004, 33 entries
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i am incredibly impressed by your talent. you write beautifully and vividly. another great poem!
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Well THIS poem got me going. You just described my “being”, my “soul”, i guess where i hide the “me” i truly am…for me it is this shell of overstated masculinity trying to outdo John Wayne in machismo. A mind and soul in constant variegated conflict with what i thought i was “supposed” to be and who i really am. I suppose this poem works for the person across the room as well yet the feel i have is that the “writer” is sitting in a dark room, in front of a mirror, not will (or able ?) to turn on the light to see what is really on the inside. Fear of finding out there is no true and deep beauty maybe.. i dunno, i ramble.
btw, thank you for your comment on my poem “Eight Improvisations”, i appreciate it.
Blessings and best wishes, ~richard
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short and powerful. The conflicts of the human soul always seem to go unnoticed by others. But I am happy to see that this one has a happy ending, drawing upon a demand from ourselves, not the reliance on others. A glimmer of hope for us all. Outstanding. - Dan
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