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Lies lived in silence

Poetry By: Kuatsimoto

A random scrap of thought.

Submitted:Jul 1, 2009    Reads: 94    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

The smoke rises,
Seeping through endless twilight
And searing my flesh.
A looking glass,
Clear as the moon shines,
Presented itself
And I looked into myself.
Things I never did but should of
And things I did but shouldn't have
Drifted into the night,
Mingling with the smoke
Seemingly merging
Until the last of the thick curls
Where caught by a question never answered.
The lies I lived through in silence
Were projected to my past
As I saw the present pass
Desperately trying to catch the future.
But no matter how close the future seems,
Or how much the smoke fogs the night,
The present will always be one step behind.
So long the past lingers
As the moon hangs above
And the future drifts into the endless twilight,
The thick smoke fogs the looking glass
And the present will always rely
On seared flesh and lies lived in silence.


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