You have glow to you,
Not your face but your words
They’re candescent.
Even with your brilliance
You call a painter,
They cover every word,
Not for you for them.
Now you speak
And all I can see is
potentials suicide.
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Author:
Little Duck Man (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2022 04:43
- Comment from author about the poem: i wrote this?
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
deep..
we can only paint over
and repress, so much..
thanks for sharing
Yeah, YOU wrote this. And you did great as well. I enjoy the food for thought you’ve presented.
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