HIDDEN TRUTHSA Poem by Phil Roberts
With his head in his hands
And his heart on his sleeve He closes his eyes against the light of day And against his quiet despair He pretends it is not real But part of him knows Deep down amongst half-remembered dreams Emotions that appear from nowhere And linger Every cell of him knows He knows a loss without closure A conversation without words Dreams without endings And hoping without hope He hears a knock on the door But no-one walks in He puts his head in his hands And his heart on his sleeve He pretends it is not real By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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1 Review Added on January 18, 2016 Last Updated on January 18, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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