Poetry / My own denial
Wake me from this dream
asleep in my own reality
where nothing is as it seems
things that I see
are never meant to believe
a beautiful face
with such awful grace
hurt beyond belief
your strife
becomes my strife
magicians with their tricks
tricksters with their gifts
born to make you grieve
they try to manipulate
what we know as fate
such foolish games
with their labels and names
and I can’t help but to smile
as I live in my own denial
Copyright Thom Penn © 2006
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I must be the only person that can read a poem and think, damn, that needs punctuation LOL
But, I know, having tried my own hand at poetry, that it’s mostly word magic – so we use what we want as we want it.
The first two lines of this remind me of a poem I wrote – eerie!!
And that last two lines made me smile too :-)
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