Secrets Don't Make Friends

We're all human here, right?

Why, then, is my side, most human,
Something bidden I hide?

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Mockings chant their mocking things,
Swinging from the hinges of reality.
While, sneers and jeers born from, 
Overgrown fears,
Leave small pricks in my ripe heart -

Unceasingly.

At the door, my mind assured me, go,
And my feet, those dumb things, did listen.
Went right into havoc, 
Wreaked solely by tragic,
Souls, so pathetic, I can't even stand it.

Who's ripping up my soul so darkly,
Save me and the audience I've made?
Surely, the swift-sounding people,
With valiant battles to battle,
Are too busy to waste time at the gallows. 

You dug the hole,
And jumped right on in,
I merely picked up the shovel,
And finished it.

Though, now, my heart aches,
So red and opaque,
Curse you,
For doing you in. 

Reviews

[hmarieee]

i really enjoyed reading this poem, you have a true skill Good-job!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A trusthful laying of worded excellence, well done

[deeps]

This is really quite amazing, I like the truth in this write.
This is deep and powerful, I enjoyed this write alot.