The box is getting smaller, the walls are closing in
They are getting closer than they have ever been
I will be discovered and then what will I do
It is way to late now for me to start anew
Their eyes are getting open they now can see
All of the cracks that I thought I hid so cleverly
I am getting more dumb or they are getting smart
They are starting to see right through my broken heart
Life is not fair and I know it was never meant to be
Life is just an atrocity of day after day monstrosities
They will take all I have, they will take my last dollar
They will just laugh at me as the box gets smaller
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hello again!
I like your poem of fear and apprehension. these are my favorite lines, be cause I often feel this way:
they are starting to see right through my broken heart
Life is not fair and I know it was never meant to be
Life is just an atrocity of day after day monstrosities
*Hugs, Cat
Thanks Cat
These are just feelings I have come to me more and more recently.
This is good
I’m seeing some things that would make it tighter and f you’d like me to have at it. Small tweaks. I’m asking before I get in there because we are new friends and I’m sensitive around these subjects. It’s personal for me.
It’s a great poem,
Tim
Thanks Tim
I appreciate the offer Tim but I really just write what comes in my head the way it comes just to get rid of the thoughts, if that makes sense.
It makes sense
Perfect sense
Hello
This poem spoke to me on elevated levels. These matters are personal to me as well. It was brave and expressive, well written. Your choice of language and flow fit well. Very well done.
Thanks Rose
As always I appreciate it. As B.B King once said, "write what you know."