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Looking Over My Shoulder
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Looking Over My Shoulder |
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openthoughts Member
since 2006-01-16
Posts 94Where the child can be free |
Looking Over My Shoulder The days are gone When fear and suffering Could not find that space Beneath my bed Or in the corner of my closet. The days when My bedsheets could be armor And life made less sense Than any of my dreams. Bad people did bad things. Good people did good things. Who had ever heard Of any other way? I miss the days When a smile was real All the time And not just sometimes. Painted smiles and plastic; Those weren't people. When problems became too much I could wash them from my eyes And they would disappear. When I was happy, I would laugh: When in pain I would cry So long ago... When I'm in pain I smile Though I know it's fake. My problems-I blink To clear dry eyes And nobody sees; Nobody judges. Paint and plastic... Who can tell The difference these days Between good people doing bad things And bad people doing good things? Fear and Suffering has long since Discovered all the safe places So now there is nowhere left To hide but inside myself. To think That boy I once knew So many years back- The one who vowed to me Never to grow up- He is dead, buried, And long since forsaken. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
so very sad poem. very emotional. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
yes sad, but I believe we gravitate towards what we feel, who we are...and what we believe we are, we become...if we think positively, with no expectations of others...we then, open ourselves up to options.... wonderful poem to help us self explore |
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