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Unspoken

secrets

By MegPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Unspoken
Photo by JC Gellidon on Unsplash

Through flesh made windows,

I see absence.

Searching for you blind,

I’m in offense.

What virtues lay in this dance,

I cannot lie.

Looking at you, a man,

Emotions shy.

What face is buried behind,

A self-made mask.

Hearing you speak the silence,

Dare I even ask.

You cannot save the sovereign,

I have tried.

With each secret your story changed,

A part of me cried.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Meg

I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.

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