More flawed poetry.
Unseen
Futile efforts to contain
Emotions flying free
Cannot hold in the effects
So instead I hide myself
Never to be seen
Broken and bare
Of this iron skin that keeps
Secrets hidden deep
But it also keeps out darts
Of more painful knowledge
Denial can be so sweet
Refusing to see the truth,
The way things are now
Ignoring the awakenings
So numerous, yet few
Turning away from the words
Adorning the gray stone wall
What I don't see I don't touch
Leave my bruised and tender heart
Locked within its metal casing
Untouched, unbroken, unknown.
2 comments:
you are so much more eloquent with your words on a consistant basis than i.
I believe that you are somewhat flawed in your use of the word "flawed"...
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