Much Of Me
2 February, 2014
Author: Shan
I was asked to explain a poem
The pain the mask the mind I roam
Designed as though I'm in control
I know not of me when pen flows
Signed and scratched and wrote again
I find me at each lines end
Attached within
In tact, but then
I know not of me until the end
To be completely true to you
I may not know of me
Even when I am through
I know not much of me at all
Though through a touch of poetry
I make emotions crawl
And I begin to know a part of me
But all I know is
I don't know much of me at all
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Comments on this poem/writing:
mental (71.68.228.189) -- Thursday, February 27 2014, 04:42 am when you write a poem at least to me I seem to learn more about one self. in an emotional way. nice write |
shan (24.147.56.85) -- Thursday, February 27 2014, 01:56 pm Sometimes it's like... I'm a completely different person when i write. Or even more.. Like I'm in my own world. Not even my own world, but just a different one |
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