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Lonelimess

The assumption

The looks

The phrases

 

People everywhere

Drifting among them

Wondering if they know.

 

Why do they assume?

Why do they stare?

People all around

But do they care?

 

The mess of the world

The pain it caused

The loneliness endured

Can pain be let go?

 

Can anyone understand?

In the ebb and flow

The business of busy

The happiness unknown.

 

Do you hear me?

I am among you.

Can you see me?

Or am I a ghost?

 

They, the proverbial "they"

What do they know?

The hurt they cause

Lost in the cold

 

Evaporated by morn

Pull it all together

Before you step out the door.

 

Put your smile on

Like a winter jacket

So very needed

Just to hack it.

 

One thing untouched

One thing never to evaporate

The inner happiness

The inner great.

 

Knowing of my innocence

And that I'm not to blame

Helps me build my fortress.

I will stay the same.

 

These words unfinished

Just like they left me.

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Written by
ShannDollLand
F / California
Published
Nov 20, 2018
Lines·Words
43·165
Notes

A mess of a poem

Written while tears have flown

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