A look at what hides in the shadows.


What was once unseen

It comes from the walls.
Sensing its approach,
I will be the one suffering.

Guiltless.

With the originator long gone.
Grabbing at any straw,
I will be the one fighting.

Exculpating.

In a moment of abandonment.
My face covered by my hands,
I will be the one crying.

Infelicitous.




Poetry by mickeko The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-05-26 at 17:35

Tags Hidden  Innocence  Loss 

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
This gave me an eerie feeling. I love the format. Thanks.

Language: 5
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2009-05-26

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... as I went and figured.
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