An Elephant Never Forgets
A poem about elephants in the circus.
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A poem about elephants in the circus.
#household I keep it bound and chained Under lock and key Away from prying eyes Where nobody can see My paintbox of emotions A thing I keep secure For they must not mix Each emotion must be pure The...
An echoing emptiness lays within, Far deep down, under my skin, A shadow of a hole, just a space, Is it just waiting for your embrace.
When darkness falls And I'm left alone The voice taunts and haunts Chills me to the bone. It knows all my secrets All my fears and my guilt Wraps it's poison around me Like a soiled, rotten quilt.
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Nothing Never Why should there ever be. Why should I trust anyone besides myself and me. Nothing Never Friendship is all lies A manipulation seen through some desperate eyes.
House of lies Haven't you seen it The lies cries. So many in masks Hidden behind the glass Will you fail or pass. Want to know the past.
You pull my strings, Expect to dance, How can this, Be called romance. A guided toy, Who's there to serve, A mindless pet. You have some nerve.
The thing about the human nature When Cupid shows up, They hallucinate, think they see A diamond in the rough, They become emotionally attached To something not worth their weight In gold, fall...
They say in end, We won't have to pretend, That pictures fade away, Leaving only empty frames to stay.
My face is like a mask, It hides me from the truth, It can let me be somebody else, Somebody harsh, cruel, uncouth.
What's this. You best look twice What's that. The test took twice What That. Illusion Confusion . What's that. Your losing Your feel Your bruising. Your will. Your cruising To kill.
Divided we stand, your madness I cannot control, destroys the good to take over my soul. Destruction is your work of art, eating away my weary heart.
I’m pouring out my thoughts. Taking pen to the paper. Got that feeling inside of me. My emotions in danger. Mind is all clattered. A world of its own. Myriads of planets. Yet they float, each alone.