I wonder where the months have gone
The writing that no one has seen
The cross that hung above my door
The person I should have always been1
You opened up the world to me
Then you bury me down below
Whenever someone disagrees
You forget just what they know2
Hiding from me is not the answer
The truth lies beneath your flesh
The secrets that everyone can hear
Beaten me into the blooded mess3
Where is the all my writing
I have long now disappeared
Reopen me like Pandora's box
Release all of your fears 4
No matter where you place me
In a cabinet, a spiders dusty web
I am the man inside your soul
Your the only freedom he has left
Author notes
This what you are looking for dude?
I sure hope so because I am terrible at contests.
♠ Blake
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- For the Poetic Soul by Asfand.
350 points, ended October 29, 54 entries
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Comments
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I absolutely love the last stanza.
Hard-hitting
Good wording and structure.
Thanks for entering
Good luck
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