Gone in Gathering of Poetry and Fiction

  • July 4, 2017, 5:45 a.m.
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I hate the mask you wear,
All the things I loved,
Hidden behind the stare.

You were perfect,
In all your flaws,
But the real you,
I fear is gone.

Everything I wanted,
Gone in a minute,
Ripped from my grasp,
Pushes me to my limit.

Now you are the same,
As everyone else,
Boring,
Hiding in a silly shell.

I remember when,
I could see it all,
I was so scared,
But you made me fall.

Now you’re gone,
Never to return,
And I’m still missing who you were,
Crying over an invisible urn.


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