The man in the frameA Poem by Tomahawk JoeThe man in the frame the dead shell that you see. That's just what the world expects me to be.
Sometimes I gaze outside its confines when I do I see the real me the one only I can see.
But then I feel pity for those who wander lost in infinite illusion what they think is me is just their delusion.
The older I get the less that I see of the decaying old frame that's really not me. I wonder in sorrow if ever they'll see the one standing outside the frame that is me.
© 2013 Tomahawk JoeReviews
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5 Reviews Added on August 14, 2013 Last Updated on August 14, 2013 AuthorTomahawk Joecarl junction, MOAboutAspiring writer and artist,currently working on four books. And a few short stories. I have been writing stories since grade school. more..Writing
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