Poetic Tragedy I used to think I hid behind my words. Like this notepad of blue lines Was my safe place Away from the rest of the world. A bit of a coward Afraid of the sound Of my own voice. Instead of letting those tears Fall from my eyes... Laying my feelings down on paper Was my alternate choice. So I would close myself Away in solitude. And let my emotions Spell themselves out on paper. At the same time I would read those words Back to myself. Sometimes the silent sound My voice would comfort. Other times All I would find Was myself. Alone in an empty room With scattered feelings Left to sort. Readers of my poetry But oblivious to the story. You see Each and every one Is just a clever rhyme To disguise my tragedy. I cling to the saddest things Put words to the feelings And create this poetic tragedy.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 06:05:03 +0000
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