Burial Of The Self.


When I open my mouth
Your words spring from my lips.
The song I sing
Has your lyrics...your melody.
The road I walk endless... grinding...
Diminutive In your shadow.
Shed a bitter tear for dreams unrealised.
Sense of self eroded , downtrodden,
Soon extinct.....
Rest in peace unique one.
Your differences are not celebrated here.




  • Author: Camille (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 19th, 2017 13:46
  • Category: Sad
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  • Emile Dubois

    And yet ones life is often overshadowed by the limitations one sets yourself to nobody, live in nobody's shadow...the path to individuation maybe rocky but the arrival compares to nothing or no one in this world..for you are unique.
    Beautiful write x

    • camille

      I believe this is true... tally ho and onwards with the scaling of the mountain ..I can't wait to see the view😊 C x

    • burning-embers

      Very sad write but so well written and with mystery too.... As pets we are already on the road less travelled

      • camille

        Thank you for reading C x

        • burning-embers

          ooppss that was supposed to say, as poets not pets gulp!

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