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Hidden
What lies beneath a faceless mask?
Blackened soul and relentless sorrow,
unforgiven and forgotten,
now lay to rest in salted rain and bitter frost.
Crimson beats
but still yearns for a better tomorrow,
mistaken and lost.
This poem strikes me for when
This poem strikes me for when all efforts go unnoticed, you are left to wander. Like a compliment that goes unwelcomed.
A poem within itself
Exellent, thats the main reason I write poetry right there my friend, unique perspective. I paint a picture and you see colours that are invisible to me. Thankyou for taking the time to experience my work and share your findings and rest assure no compliment goes unwelcomed here but can somtimes go unnoticed for a time. As in life we can sometimes focus too much on the mirror and not the eyes staring back at you. keep penning my friend.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.
"...lay to rest in salted rain..."
Bravo! ~a~
I'm glad you liked that line
Tell me tho, what does it mean to you?
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.