Beware the figure,
Who welcomes you home
Behind careful masks,
Their tortured souls will roam
Your breathing stops,
As they drew nearer
Behind your reflection,
A crooked grin shall linger
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Author:
Christina Elizabeth (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2021 00:55
- Comment from author about the poem: You don't know where they've been, Nor have the knowledge of their sin
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
safety and home
are concepts that are becoming
divorced
with alarming regularity,
getting to the point, where
'get home safe'
is becoming a redundant, saying
needs to be reworded, to something like
'hope you find a safe place
to call home, tonight'
as a wish, we offer each
every: night...
(great wording and structing of poem
thought provoking, to say the least,
thanks for sharing)
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