Persona

Persona

A Poem by PoeticFury
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He talks so much....

She talks about death....

Uses violent things...

As some may want love, but they go dutch during the time of clutch they rely on objects of pain to release what they feel as a crutch.

While others use writing...

To relax his/her mind and such.

Some cry when hearing a simple word.

Remembering bad dreams and bad days hating to be touch.

Smiling when trying to act as everything is ok.

Not as much....

While some are so kindhearted

Who has the ability to finish what they started.

Others who hang onto others and there every word. Not able to move on without having the fear of abandonment.

Feeling like old technology being replaced for new. It has been discarded.

Not to mention disregarded.

Which is the story of some of “their” lives.

While depression often times spreads like wild fire.

One may have a desire for it to take them higher.

While others just get it like a cold, and it has been accidentally acquired.

So many forms of this....

Some exist to inspire.

To be a dream that lives in reality that we all have a hunger for and desire.

A fighter in this world of evil that only does one thing, and that is conspire.

While there are those who can barely walk so small...

Babies who ask what is happening?

What is going on? Knowing nothing at all, but innocence

Some have the answers to these questions when they inquire.

Others play the part cause they have to. Inside they are the suppliers who watch as these dirty actions transpire in their days forcing the good, pure, and reliable not to retire.

They sum these up in one word more often than not, but man these times are so dire.

They act so nice...

Being just that an actor encoded they are a liar.

While the law is also crocked...

Nothing gets done....

While those on a show that is on a cycle known as news repeat the same news of what goes on.

They tell you the bad...

Another crime...

Another day...

Another dead body...

While a sinner has walked away..

Although one can be a saint.

Who believes the words that you can do anything..

There is no such thing as you cain't.

On the other hand what about that positive insider who takes away like division does in math with numbers doing all the good taking out the bad.

Does he/she get any attention.

Maybe is it because there is so much wrong that is going on.

It makes it that much harder for those of good intentions to change the world.

After all they are just one person. No one can do it alone.

Some unfamiliar with the term of words...

As in the name Jonah which states a person who is believed to bring bad luck to those around him.

Oh brother...

Think on what is truly a Ramona?

What about the history on Greek Mythology with Latona.

We all carry this there is ways to go about it.

I have one.... Mine is full of question, but it makes me who I am today.

You have one too.

As both him and her stare in the mirror in two totally different places.

Don't feel alone...

Rather you are here in my state of Louisiana.

Missouri...

Kentucky...

Virginia...

Even the state of Arizona...

Anywhere in the fifty states..

Anywhere all over the world.

We all have something that makes us who we are, and that is our persona.


ModestWords”

Poetry Is an Event In Victory Which For Me Is Always In Motion” 

© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
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