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Ruins
The poisionous venom inside of me has found its way to you
And its turning your insides blue mirroring mine
We trudge on believing we can do it, telling ourselves that it can't affect us
But the blue spreads deeper and deeper until we collapse
on each other
No one can help us now
We are on our own
We have to dig deep down into ourselves and find every last piece of blue
Once we have discovered it all, thats when we cover it up
Right? It's just about covering things up
There is no true treatment
Our treatment is putting a patch over all the blue spots that you can find
Everyone thinks we are up and walking
They don't see any blue anymore
So we must be okay
The camoflage described
The camoflage described in your poem here is excellent and all to hide the hurt, of being transparent in life. Liked your poem very much.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
thank you very much!!
thank you very much!!