Smiles fracture through worn skin,
Suffering silently, absolving of sin.
Each day, I curse my existence in fleeting flashes,
Gathering the shards scattered in life's mazes.
I feign emotions, my heart a puppeteer,
Burning muscles tensed with fear.
In pursuit of reality, my heart tarnished,
Living in a world my soul has banished.
In echoes of the past, innocence taunts,
A face once adorned with genuine joy haunts.
I've misplaced the art of infectious smiles,
A life bizarre, a chapter unforeseen by miles.
Yet, in a quiet corner, no retreat in sight,
The loquacious tongue silenced in the fight.
Solace claims its space in profound quiet,
Gratitude morphs into resilient defiance.
As I seek the truths life tightly clasps,
The charm of imagination in the shadows gasp.
For in this journey with no reverse track,
Words falter, and imagination's allure turns black.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2024 12:02
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
For in this journey with no reverse track....
Thank u so much for your review AlanR😊
Powerful words revealing experience and sadness leading to cynicism but some hope remains.
"Hope is the rope" Both the worst and best times pass. So just live it to the fullest. Thank u so much btw.
Powerfully expressed with good choice of language. Well done Meera. Pleased I stopped by.
Thnak you so much Cassie58. Glad you liked liked the poem.
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