Without my past
my future will never be
my future will never be
Tho I hide in the
shadows
of my own mind
of my own mind
Cloaking what
others see
on the outer edge
on the outer edge
I cling to my own
reality
letting none pass
within my realm
so they can’t mold me to
letting none pass
within my realm
so they can’t mold me to
A unchanging
pattern
of their own creation
of their own creation
8 comments:
I feel the same way.
Lynn:
Few will understand so thanks.
This is hearfelt and sorrowful to me desk49. I'm popping over to visit after enjoying your great poetry/comments on Nilajana Bose's blog. Thank you. You're brilliant!
Denise:
My head swells
face turning red
I bow in thanks
for what you said
But I always make my own pattern...
Someone has to do it!
Snaggle:
Yet others are so quick to do it for us.
Not understanding why we're not happy about it.
Such an evocative poem you wrote on my blog for my own story. That was a great, gracious thing for you to do. Thanks.
I'm using another computer (this is desk49)
You had a great story and your welcome.
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