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 Oct 2017 Michael Angelo
Thomas
They say it takes years to establish a true friendship,
I have found a true friend,
Or at least I thought I had,

Once they see the invisible man,
Your true nature,
They will abandon you,
Their friendship with you,
Their trust in yopenness,
It will all disappear into the dust,

My friends have discovered the monster that is my cancer,
I have shared everything with them,
Then you have nothing left to share,

Now I am all but a memory,
A regret in the circle of friends.
It’s a poem
I write better than I speak
and comprehend
much more than I read

We are all unwilling psychics
reading each others minds
like skimming thru half read lines
of a familiar novel as if we know somebody

Do I bore you with my simplicity
or do I bore into you...
on a mission
The melody of the music rewards me with a melancholy muse of inspiration.
Are you living?
The rhythm of my heart beat matches the movement of hands on the piano.
Are you breathing?
Invisible tears escape the sheltered walls of my borders.
Why am I like this?
I can feel a calm coming to my soul like a mother soothing her infant.
Do you love me…
I was inspired by this song (title of the poem) at the moment.
Lady said
"Shut up about the storm
else you'll be in one"
Charming, I thought
You loved me once
But I buried that in the dirt
In the junk yard behind my fence
Where forgotten things commingle with hurt
It's a perfect image of us
All along, this has been our apparent fate
You'll forever be the junk in that yard
But I refuse to be another girl living with your pain.
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