Inside Me

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    Inside Me

     I see the days are so bright,
    But there is darkness inside me.

    The birds are so sweet to hear,
    But my heart is filled with sore.

    The world outside is so live,
    But I am dead from inside.

    I walk around the streets,
    I see smiles n wonder where is mine.

    I see myself engulfed in darkness of lies n mistrust,
    I wonder will I be perplexed forever or see the light of trust.

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    Helios commented on Inside Me

    10-31-2009

    So much melancholoy, yet a simply thought-provoking topic we must face everyday. I hope you will consider reading and commenting on some of my early works.
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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