They are laughing, Fussing in other's ear. Full of life, But they are not clear...
All eyes on me, I'm trying to be sincere. Why are they laughing? It's still unclear...
I can hear their voice, Maybe they are telling some joke. I've a bad feeling, and I want them to revoke... Anywhere I go, I can hear them stroke. I'm sensing fear, But all I see is smoke...
Then suddenly I realised, It's neither him nor she. It's my ugly past, That's laughing at me... Sharp as hell, Stinging like a bee. My past is laughing, And the joke's on me...
This composition is very well written. It totally highlights the confusion in the victim's mind in the beginning, the mocking gaze of his fellow acquaintances, and in the end the final realisation.
I like this part the most: " My past is laughing,
And the joke's on me..." and also
"I'm sensing fear,
But all I see is smoke.."
Amazing job! Keep writing.
Yes, this is a poem with a twist on the end. I think it's very nice. We can't outrun our past, every day we are confrontated with it. Well done. :)
Rudi
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