Underneath...

Underneath my laughs and smiles
Lie nigh four weeks of worry, sorrow, and
Bruises from contempt
Sleep though I would
For lack of sleep plagues me
I find myself unable
To stray from the bitter end
Miserable...I am not that
I am weary and find myself
Gradually growing numb
And indifferent towards the sources of it
Which serves to frighten me
I feel lost and yet not so
I am grown stronger
Yet, all at a price
I know not by what I am now disturbed
Having been continually battered
But all of this, comes with a smile
All is not bleak
I have yet causes for infitesmal joy
You.

Reviews

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. your words will rule the land of hearts one day ... your sensitivity will make a heart out of every stone ... i am in awe ... i know this feeling ... the feeling of vulnerability when we're acquiring strength and wondering if our sensitivity died ... but boy are you the one to have written about it ... and so brilliantly ... amazed i am ... to find underneath ... the precious thoughts of a precious soul ... an exquisite poet ...

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh dear Serah...Your words...they are like honey or diamonds..precious and sweet...thank You..I am in awe that You should think so...that is something very dear to me...Your thoughts..thank You...