The World in Which I Live

Musings from my life – poetry and prose

One word All you allow When you ask how I am Fine – Freaked Out Insecure Neurotic Enraged All that is not even close to what I actually am I am also in deep physical pain my heart hurts Not just figuratively It does, but I am in literal pain every part of me aches …

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It’s buried. The passion I used to wear on my sleeve like a poet’s heart Buried beneath a cold and unlovely facade, That protects me from a world I no longer trust. It’s buried. The love, like a once, rosy cheeked child Torn to soon from his mother’s warm embrace Buried beneath earth and stone …

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