HIDDEN

Hidden

Dead hands pressed numb cold against glass without a view

Nowhere to run mind on fire no answers to the questions

Buried deep within… bring the shovel if it will help, not

this time these answers are too far hidden.

Time won’t tell time does not heal scars that show no profit.

Let me out desperately banging on walls that were built by

someone that person was not me.

By : Debbie Mills Kelly ( Debbie Philly)

3/24/2014

Author's Note

Reviews

[KAin]

There was a frantic feeling in this poem - the lack of punctuation made it feel breathless and desperate. Curiously, I found the lack of punctuation make me emphasize the poem in different places on the reread. It's strange how the meaning changes when you alter the inflections in your own mind.
There's a sense of being lost in your own darkness, and even if the light managed to get through, it would be a splintered thing.
Well-written Debbie. Keep it up.

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you so so much Landred.... I really appreciate it ... and yes thats how I felt and sometimes still feel :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Time won’t tell time does not heal scars that show no profit.

that line alone is a profound mind blower, nice poetry, glad to see you writing again.

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you Cowboy.... Ive been stuck in a moment...;) Sometimes I have to be inspired !! :)

[Ai Lun]

Very interesting and uniquely penned :)

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you Aaron !! :)

[Ai Lun]

You're welcome :)

[A. Amos]

This is interesting read, your work is always amazing...great job!

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you so much amos for reading as always !! :)

[Adam Whitworth]

I like the way this is written, it works well.

[Debbie_Philly]

Thank you so much Adam !!! :)