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A Poem by To be scene To be heard

Dust covers the walls. Inch by inch.
Awaiting to be touched with love.
Long time has the house felt comfort.
Waiting for me to notice its sadness.
Waiting for me to notice that its dying inside.
I've turn the other cheek.
From my home.
It's abound meant.
It's hatred.
It's depression.
How long will it have to wait?
For me to look upon it.
For me to restore the beauty.
That has been long forgotten.

© 2012 To be scene To be heard


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I was wondering in the beginning if you were talking about a house, but reading on it looked like you where talking about someone waiting to be loved, to be filled with treasures of someone who will take care of you, who will make you feel alive "For me to restore the beauty" in a way wanting to feel pretty again, maybe?

Posted 7 Years Ago


The fact that you notice that attention to "Your house" is needed, is the first step to put on some makeup and look for a party - if only for 2, :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Elegant and eloquent. Well-done!

Posted 7 Years Ago


full of pathos, enjoyed it a lot !
very well written :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


such a struggle life seems at times, but there is some hope.
I know how life can make you question things, some may hurt
but that is how we learn and grow. Amazing write

Posted 7 Years Ago


A lot of struggle in the poem. Hard to regain confident and energy. I like how you use the description to create sadness and questions. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on May 17, 2012
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