Time

Time

A Poem by Mazie Tackett

Time heals all pain.

That is just a lie.

I am still the same,

forever cast aside.

 

I love, I feel,

I cry, I scream.

I may be real,

but i feel like a dream.

 

I am there,

just hidden below.

Does anyone care?

Does anyone wanna know?

 

Instead of letting go,

I am still defending.

But instead of fighting the flow,

I am still pretending.

 

I'm not healing inside,

I just refuse to fall.

Every night I cried,

I just built another wall.

 

I can't trust anymore.

I don't wanna believe.

I'm not like before.

I just wanna be freed.

 

© 2012 Mazie Tackett


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This sounds like it could be a song, and definitely one I would listen to. Do you think you could a melody and make one of the stanzas a chorus???

Posted 12 Years Ago


"I may be real, but I feel like a dream." That line resonates throughout the entire piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


good job ...keep it up

Posted 12 Years Ago


Tense issue: "Every night I cry".

The dream line in the fourth to last stanza makes the poem for me. Well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like this. It has a nice flow and beautiful emotion. "Instead of letting go,

I am still defending.

But instead of fighting the flow,

I am still pretending."

Posted 12 Years Ago


There's someone who wants to know. There always is. True time does not heal ALL pain but sometimes. You should never lose sight of who you are. Don't stop believing. If hope is lost we are but a soulless husk.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on June 4, 2012
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My name is Mazie Tackett. I'm unusual, diiferent, weird. I've never really been that good with people so I don't have many friends, but the friends I do have love me to death and i love them. I've bee.. more..

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