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I am the lamb

I am the silence

I am the unheard

I am the lie

In a world where happiness is a mirror

You see, I am what is not seen

I am a reflection

Trying to copy the moves, the smiles, the laughter

Yet I make not a sound 

I am in silence, doing as the shepard commands

I am unheard and unloved

I am the lie that you created 

I am a reflection of my former self

Trapped in a world where happiness is a mirror

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©22 March 2014 - 5:26pm — PureLight
22 March 2014 - 6:13pm — a.griffiths57
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    Yes lies do creep up on

 

 

Yes lies do creep up on you don't they. Interesting to note your remark how the lie chips away at us diminshing ourselves in becoming a reflection like the lie itself. Enjoyed your poem immensley a good read and well written.

 

 

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23 March 2014 - 7:22am — PureLight
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Thank you!

Thanks, this was the first poem I have written so it's great to have good feedback!