THE TELLING ROOM

THE TELLING ROOM

A Poem by Miss Sharon
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Revealing oneself...

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THE TELLING ROOM

It happened in the Telling Room,
One midnight dreary eve.
She told her life as once it was...
They scarcely could believe.

The plastic smile she wore so well,
Remained a cherry red.
Who would have thought...that very night,
She'd cry upon her bed?

An actress she had always been,
To everyone she met.
Yet no one saw her breaking heart
Or heard her cries and yet...

How could they know?
Why would they care?
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sharon,
It always happens that we know friends as they appear to us. But always fail to know them what they are. Even if it is realised , no change occurs. That is life . Only petic diction can explore inside as you did above.

excellent


Carry on...
M P Ramesh

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Miss Sharon

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your lovely, insightful comment on this write. I appreciate you! ~Sharon



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sharon,
It always happens that we know friends as they appear to us. But always fail to know them what they are. Even if it is realised , no change occurs. That is life . Only petic diction can explore inside as you did above.

excellent


Carry on...
M P Ramesh

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Miss Sharon

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your lovely, insightful comment on this write. I appreciate you! ~Sharon

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My name is Sharon, I am a retired piano teacher, I love the mountains where I hike and snowshoe, have had several poems published and love to write. I also love to read almost anything I can get my ha.. more..

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