When you need something familiar, and pain is closest at hand.
Revisited 2024-12-16: Changed the pacing, and a minor adjustments in wording.
I see you stand up there, above.
No one will ever see
the truth hiding in this shell which looks like me,
in whispering agony.
I'm done with the lies.
I pass my hand through the last rays of light and tremble,
with the final glowing shimmer filtered between my fingers
fading.
Poetry by mickeko
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Written on 2014-03-25 at 01:36
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Revisited 2024-12-16: Changed the pacing, and a minor adjustments in wording.
Cleansing
I'm in a pit, watching it closing.I see you stand up there, above.
No one will ever see
the truth hiding in this shell which looks like me,
in whispering agony.
I'm done with the lies.
I pass my hand through the last rays of light and tremble,
with the final glowing shimmer filtered between my fingers
fading.
Poetry by mickeko
Read 965 times
Written on 2014-03-25 at 01:36
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