None other than myself
None other than myself have I given to this decaying soul, a petrified body in itself.
A shame to mankind and all the people to be around of it. Still, truthfulness stays fading away from me, and all my mouth can spew are pitiful lies. My dear, I am sorry to not have opened up like the book you, and I have wished myself to be. All the pages filled with lies and regrets have corrupted the very pages of a seemingly empty book, standing upon one of the thousand shelves of life.
Still, I cannot be true to myself, others.
I’ve long forgotten what it means to say what’s on my mind. It seems to be empty as ever.
As I lay down, I keep myself awake with tons of questions, one of them being
If I was ever truthful to myself the very least.
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Author:
J.K. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 28th, 2023 12:27
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem I wrote while a relationship of mine was crumbling, seemingly due to my mishap and isolation, and dishonesty.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Very pensive and reflective
thank you, greatly appreciated 🙂
I really like your poem, it also has an interesting silhouette.
thank you very much 🙂
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