Smeared.

the muddled memory of yesterday,

a priceless oil painting meets solvent,

or same difference,

when i think of the way i want to forget,

the life that occured, behind me

twisted and strangling all hope

suffocating the spiritual,

in vain are my attempts, to let go,

i choke when trying to swallow, the truth

unchanging, i cannot alter the setting,

tomorrow is a fragile thing,

i covet my moments today in it's shadow,

fractured sequence of unyielding trials,

i'm worked into a frenzy, an insecure smile

masking my face, the child i was,

unfulfilled, out of place,

this version i've become, carbon copy

of a typical upbringing,

breaking the silence, to finally breathe freely...

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Brook B's picture

This poem is very true. I really like the ending.. .. ..

~B~

CHRISTIE FELTY's picture

I am not sure where to begin on this one so i will keep it short. tomorrow is a very fragile thing~ but we can still live for it. I can only hope to help remove the mask and let the loving man underneath just shine-like i know he can: ) you have surpassed the past my love! future is looking bright- (maybe we should wear shades? i am a dork : )
sending love and energy your way-
-me in tn