TrippingA Poem by Rachel_BiggsYou do what you must, To survive. Anything necessary, No matter how strange. All to appear unchanged. Inside you are dying, your soul is dismal. The prognosis is bad, your stomach drops, An empty pit. Abysmal lies, bleaker truths, All lie ahead, as though predetermined. Why it happens, they won’t say, It just does. The best answer you can find, Is deep in your mind. Maybe they were needed, Maybe it was their time. You promised something better, And can’t live up to expectations. The façade remains unblemished, Upheld in public. In private, the side no one sees comes forth. Outraged, crying, yelling. Snapping, scared, scarred. Nothing fades, Images as bright and sharp as glass. Time comes in fits and spurts, Ebbing and flowing with your emotions, Waiting to catch your feet. You will trip and fall. © 2013 Rachel_Biggs |
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Added on July 24, 2013 Last Updated on July 24, 2013 Author
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