Inside
Alone inside myself
Beneath my outer smile
Can no one fix the pain inside
Despite my calls for help
Everything continues to move around
From one thing to the next
Going quickly from day to day
Hearing nothing but my smile
Inside
Alone inside myself
Beneath my outer smile
Can no one fix the pain inside
Despite my calls for help
Everything continues to move around
From one thing to the next
Going quickly from day to day
Hearing nothing but my smile
06-09-2009
06/11/2009
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Betrayed (The complete) | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
Feather Cinquain 2 | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
Feather Cinquain 1 | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
Betrayed | 1 | 06/23/2009 |
Death | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
Inside | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
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