HeraldA Poem by RFDIIITry as I might, I can never seem to hide certain things well enough.Oh herald unto me hails of dark and howls of moon. I allow toxins to permeate and miasma to billow. I allow gold to lay hidden and songs to die soft. I do not allow myself to tire though still - I tire. What is this purpose? No smiles around. This chest is tight. Better to carry on, alone, but surrounded; still hoping in vain that I'm worth to be found. My eyes hurt mostly. My head hurts next. Been hitting it lately to seal the vortex. I can hide it for a while, and try to wear disguise, but when they find me out they always tell me with their eyes. They always tell me with their eyes, and I try to look away. What else could I expect? What else? © 2014 RFDIIIFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on July 29, 2014 Last Updated on July 29, 2014 Tags: relationships, friendship, scars, problems, issues, mental health Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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