Bleeding soul

Here my soul lay bleeding

Wounded in the dirt

 

I cant stand the screams

I cant stand the hurt

 

This mask conceals me perfectly

And hides my truest lies
 

To allow no one to see in me

The battles that rage inside.

 

I'll tap my cane, and limp along

A Shadow, Wandering by.

 

And no one will ask about the tears

Or the pain held deep inside

Reviews

[I Am THE LADY POET]

this is a nice poem very expressive. a great write.