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Dec 2018
This skinless body…
an exposed inner lack of conscience.
A once concealed mold of hell… stabbed and gutted.
I shall hide no more.

Oh that deceptive suit I’ve always worn
clings still… to the feet of a body that drags it in the past.
My mask of sanity now lifted;
opening the curtain to a horror show.

I will never walk a lie again.
I’ll keep my back towards the life of deceit.  
Such a fragile soul has lost all its armor,
how can things ever be the same again?

The foundations of every beautiful lie I’ve lived to utter
shall collapse, leaving a dust cloud of uncertainty.
Through the light of reason…
surviving truths shall follow past the veil…
though I’m afraid I am of few logical justifications.

Hear me whoever... I confess!
A slightly darker poem. It's about confession.
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
Daniel Long
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Daniel Long  31/M/Massachusetts
(31/M/Massachusetts)   
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