Poem -
Nothing
Nothing's changed.
It's all the same.
A never ending, futile game.
Behind my mask,
I strive to fool.
To hide the truth, so hard, so cruel.
Everyday.
Another lie.
Bitter taste of my alibi.
They can't see.
The rot inside.
The daily demons that I hide.
It's too late.
My soul is dead.
There's nothing left inside my head.
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Comments
HiĀ Donna I beg to differĀ
"There s nothing left inside my head"
your poem is sad and heartfeltĀ
You are a great writer in my opinion
plenty in that head of yours to write words thatĀ
touch peoples hearts
Warm wishes Debs xx
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Thank you Debs, I really appreciate your comment.xx
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Hey DONNA!!....SO with DEBS on this one..... but.... I do get a sense that there's more to these words than meets the eye.... like a secret eating away at you or something......I Love your stuff.... always have...... always will.....Fistful-O-Stars!!......stay groovy.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?ā³ā“āā„?
Thanks Tony, I love your feedback! Just put an epic on and it's not my norm so hope you can find time to take a peek? Make coffee and have a wee first though 'cos it goes on a bit lol.xx
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Hey donna ,another good poem love it xxx