*Riddled with Hurt and Distrust*.

By lostallfaith

Mon, 13 Jun 2011
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Watching
as you become
less
of
a
person
than you once were.
Hating
that i won't
not sure,
if it's can't
get
involved.
I want to help
fix you
if
i can.
Unsure.
your perfect tone of voice
as hollow as dutch elms.
Flawless beauty
riddled with hurt and distrust.
Pushing problems under carpet
eroding dreams with pressing issues.
One
does not
want
to see
your supernova
love
combust.

Certificate 18
Poem
The Keeper (...and you lost me).
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by thanksforthepar... on
Wow, this is so powerful, I love the way you've structured the poem, it really evokes that sense of uncertainty and regret. Beautiful writing, I think.

 

Submitted by lostallfaith on
heya Marionwozere, than you so much:) lostallfaith.