Written March '05
The mirror is broken, once again.
The smell sweat, sex, smoke and shame.
The drink and drugs...
they warm inside.
The symptoms don't lie and yet we all still hide.
A hard earned reputation, it kicks me in the face.
A deceitful liar,
he drapes himself in lace.
My stomach churns and my knuckles ache,
for the greatest of us lose to those cheats
and those fakes.
I'm afraid to lose...once bitten is twice shy.
I hide in melodies, for they:
they cannot lie.
I need to help myself and so do all of you.
At least we've got our pride
to help us see it through.
We've all been shot in the back; or stabbed in the heart.
For some, it makes us stronger.
The rest?
They're torn apart.
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2 comments:
i LOVE the last 3 lines.
i know what you mean about reading each others' blogs... the more we write, the more i feel we have a mutual understanding. this is rare. rare and good. take care love x
the ending definitely makes the poem. some sort of conclusion. i can relate to the last parts.
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