Monday, August 8, 2011

Untitled Poem

Silent struggle breeds quiet desperation. A smiling facade to fool the clowns.
Hands outstretched slapped away. A drowning man ignored.
Noble beginnings led to resentment. Isolation needed and regretted.
Thin to breaking pulled in all directions. No one there for support.

1 comment:

  1. I am not very good at understanding poems but it makes me want to hug you x)

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