Entangled

Entangled

You carry your heart

On your sleeve

But draped by a black lace cloak

So no others freely see ~~

They are not aware

Of the anguish, frustrations

Nor the late night sadness

Or the demons you bare

Nor do they see

How you are reaching the final stage

And how close you are to accepting the end

Is this is so rare ~~

They see a person

Going through the motions

One that talks when talked to

But do they ask,

How you do ~~

Not that it would make a difference

Because in silence

Not before others

You would never allow your wounds to weep 

Because you're not sure

If they can encompass

The sorrow and the fury that entangles

Your heart, your mind and your soul

That SO deeply seeps...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good tale in this poem. I like the description. Create a vision of loneliness and separation.
"How you are reaching the final stage
And how close you are to accepting the end
Is this is so rare ~~"
I like the emotion and the sadness create by your words. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Lover Of Words]

Love this story this poem has Great write :)

[Tarry Franck]

Thank you

[Roe]

GREAT write the meaning of the poem is so strong in this piece