The Art of ConcealmentA Poem by Isabel25Veiled
windows, locked doors, Memories
turned rock-cold, Granite
galleries of my own, Deeper
dungeons in my soul.
Loathe
me not, for this stoic fort, Curse
me not, for this farewell note, This
to myself that I’ve taught, O’er
the years I’ve failed and fought.
To
un-feel, forever conceal, Curb
sentiment beneath a seal, Not
to wait for time to heal, Nor
bleed on the battle field. © 2015 Isabel25Author's Note
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Added on April 4, 2015Last Updated on April 4, 2015 AuthorIsabel25Bangalore, Karnataka, IndiaAboutA lover of English literature. I prefer writing to talking. I am an instructional designer, and I freelance on weekends. I love tragedy and satire. Most of my works are from the slice-of-life genre.. more..Writing
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