molding, sculpting wordA Poem by Tenten
Molding words into the image, desired
Sculpting each syllable
To a presentable view
Of what we got as truth
In the judging, constantly,
Eyes of peers, superior, the elite
Word not yet equal to true soul representation
Tangled in reality expectation
We all play part in
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 27, 2008 AuthorTentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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