Final hour...
You smile but you do not convince me,
Gaping hole protests that you are happy...
Aha...." You don't fool me" ... In your eyes I see a deadness.
Flat blue deadness... Two dinner plates.. Empty....
That smile looks painted... An artist impression.
You've practiced it for a while.. That smile .....
To avoid the darkness in your mind, I think you'll find!
What's going on there deep inside?
Two mad dogs fighting over the bone of life,
Two nations at war in a mythical land where good battles evil.
Craggy rock face so high you can't see what lies beyond.
A carefully constructed fortress..... "You think you're safe in there"?
Rapunzel in your tower..... Your final hour..
Let down your hair! ... My gosh it's grey! .....too late.. The end of play.
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Author:
Camille (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 29th, 2016 10:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Often it is only at the end of their lives that people realise they really have not lived at all....
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
We all live behind our masks, afraid to show the world our face. A deep and beautifully written poem.
Thank you .
Thanks CAMILLE a reminder for each of us to CARPE DIEM ~ Seize the Day. Every hour of each day is precious. God wants us all to live "Abundant Lives" every single day ! Yours BRIAN
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