Reach

Masking

My pain is my fame, my shame is my dame.

Felt miles away, many times before today.

I fear to talk, because then i will be put on block.

I try to tell, but she heard the bell, left did she. Me with her spell.

I try to yell, oh well. I now dwell, my heart continues swell. To reach out for her.

I miss, she is only blur, Far away. Past today.

  • Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2017 16:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: Love, Tis a complicated thing!
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 12
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