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October 8, 2013

Presenting one face here, another face there

whatever is convenient, always prepared

to make up a story,

with much sound and fury

to justify a different direction

a new acceptance and a new rejection.

A winding course is weaved to fit others needs

while self awareness completely recedes.

You throw out the old, bring in the new

without ever fully paying your dues

you repeatedly discard your past,

for a future that simply won’t last

I cannot put into words, how frustrated I feel

that you create wounds in your self you can never heal

How hopeless, sad and despairing

that of you there can be no repairing.



From → Writing

One Comment
  1. linda permalink

    This is really great.
    You have such a way with words and I am always impressed with your poetry.

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