He held my hand,
Told me not to let go.
Then he was gone,
And I had no place to go.
I stood alone,
My eyes filled with tears.
But I will keep moving,
Till the smoke clears.
My mouth welled shut,
Nothing to say.
My spirits cut,
Lost in the wind.
I only see darkness,
And the hatred in life.
And I dream of a glint,
The blade of a knife.
But I let the blade go,
And pick up a flower.
What a beautiful thing to know,
With its beauty and all.
I see beauty,
Even in the darkness.
And that's all there is to see,
Beauty in all the world.
01/25/16
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Behind the Mask
PoetryI have through many tough times through out my life. And i always felt like my voice never mattered. So instead of using my unheard voice for nothing, i put it in to words on a blank peice of paper. This became my escape from the real world and into...
